Song | Spectral Alphabet |
Artist | Jason Molina |
Album | Pyramid Electric Co. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Molina | |
Emptiness and blue | |
Beside the city moon | |
Empty black cat eyes | |
Cat's cradle eyes | |
Keep an eye on you | |
Heavy spanish moss | |
A hanging veil across the graceland get | |
The ancestors of the world | |
Think it looks great | |
Their names inscribed by death | |
In a spectral alphabet | |
Their names look foreign | |
And they are forgotten by the world again | |
Emptiness and blue | |
Beside the city moon | |
The empty streets | |
Hardly remember you | |
The rest of us do | |
A promise inscribed by death | |
In a sprectral alphabet | |
The words look foreign | |
And they are forgotten by the world again | |
What it says could that have kept us out of fiery hands |
zuo qu : Molina | |
Emptiness and blue | |
Beside the city moon | |
Empty black cat eyes | |
Cat' s cradle eyes | |
Keep an eye on you | |
Heavy spanish moss | |
A hanging veil across the graceland get | |
The ancestors of the world | |
Think it looks great | |
Their names inscribed by death | |
In a spectral alphabet | |
Their names look foreign | |
And they are forgotten by the world again | |
Emptiness and blue | |
Beside the city moon | |
The empty streets | |
Hardly remember you | |
The rest of us do | |
A promise inscribed by death | |
In a sprectral alphabet | |
The words look foreign | |
And they are forgotten by the world again | |
What it says could that have kept us out of fiery hands |
zuò qǔ : Molina | |
Emptiness and blue | |
Beside the city moon | |
Empty black cat eyes | |
Cat' s cradle eyes | |
Keep an eye on you | |
Heavy spanish moss | |
A hanging veil across the graceland get | |
The ancestors of the world | |
Think it looks great | |
Their names inscribed by death | |
In a spectral alphabet | |
Their names look foreign | |
And they are forgotten by the world again | |
Emptiness and blue | |
Beside the city moon | |
The empty streets | |
Hardly remember you | |
The rest of us do | |
A promise inscribed by death | |
In a sprectral alphabet | |
The words look foreign | |
And they are forgotten by the world again | |
What it says could that have kept us out of fiery hands |