Song | Welcome Home - EP Version |
Artist | Radical Face |
Album | Touch The Sky |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Cooper |
[00:01.85] | welcome home son |
[00:43.32] | Sleep don't visit,so I choke on sun |
[00:50.21] | And the days blur into one |
[00:54.68] | And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done |
[01:02.42] | Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline |
[01:08.43] | Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass |
[01:14.67] | Was never much but we made the most |
[01:19.67] | Welcome home |
[01:44.96] | Ships are launching from my chest |
[01:53.86] | Some have names but most do not |
[01:57.19] | If you find one,please let me know what piece I've lost |
[02:03.82] | Heal the scars from off my back |
[02:11.12] | I don't need them anymore |
[02:14.54] | You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars |
[02:22.44] | I've come home |
[03:00.42] | All my nightmares escaped my head |
[03:05.75] | Bar the door,please don't let them in |
[03:11.89] | You were never supposed to leave |
[03:17.88] | Now my head's splitting at the seams |
[03:24.32] | And I don't know if I can |
[03:52.31] | Here,beneath my lungs,I feel your thumbs press into my skin again |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Cooper |
[00:01.85] | welcome home son |
[00:43.32] | Sleep don' t visit, so I choke on sun |
[00:50.21] | And the days blur into one |
[00:54.68] | And the backs of my eyes hum with things I' ve never done |
[01:02.42] | Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline |
[01:08.43] | Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass |
[01:14.67] | Was never much but we made the most |
[01:19.67] | Welcome home |
[01:44.96] | Ships are launching from my chest |
[01:53.86] | Some have names but most do not |
[01:57.19] | If you find one, please let me know what piece I' ve lost |
[02:03.82] | Heal the scars from off my back |
[02:11.12] | I don' t need them anymore |
[02:14.54] | You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars |
[02:22.44] | I' ve come home |
[03:00.42] | All my nightmares escaped my head |
[03:05.75] | Bar the door, please don' t let them in |
[03:11.89] | You were never supposed to leave |
[03:17.88] | Now my head' s splitting at the seams |
[03:24.32] | And I don' t know if I can |
[03:52.31] | Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again |