Song | Between Days |
Artist | Red House Painters |
Album | Old Ramon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kozelek | |
Hanging low a big embrace of | |
Aztec moon | |
And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tune | |
And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed | |
Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read | |
Void of movement void of feeling | |
Void of life | |
Shadows crackles | |
Spanish church in the night | |
Don't feel sour in the far window there | |
Don't be bothered by the words in your head | |
When the sun goes down | |
And just a night | |
This will be bring up pretty | |
Some old fire (???) | |
Makes what's dead come alive | |
For the long and lonely ride | |
Ancient highway | |
Desert dust diamond lit sky | |
Like some lost planet | |
Never breathes any life | |
And barely moving | |
Broken ears bend and crawl | |
Talk to where you're stuck in | |
I won't cease until dawn | |
Wake me up when you can hear | |
The sound of people getting near | |
Where what's dead becomes alive | |
And there's a long and lonely ride | |
Who can know there's so much life around us thins | |
Life from heaven smiles down on this room | |
Some parade of colours | |
Marching on music trails | |
Morning slips to evening | |
Falls through holes in between days | |
And you can loose another year | |
Where are the pictures perfect teen? | |
And where what's dead come alive | |
And where you are comes alive |
zuo ci : Kozelek | |
Hanging low a big embrace of | |
Aztec moon | |
And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tune | |
And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed | |
Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read | |
Void of movement void of feeling | |
Void of life | |
Shadows crackles | |
Spanish church in the night | |
Don' t feel sour in the far window there | |
Don' t be bothered by the words in your head | |
When the sun goes down | |
And just a night | |
This will be bring up pretty | |
Some old fire ??? | |
Makes what' s dead come alive | |
For the long and lonely ride | |
Ancient highway | |
Desert dust diamond lit sky | |
Like some lost planet | |
Never breathes any life | |
And barely moving | |
Broken ears bend and crawl | |
Talk to where you' re stuck in | |
I won' t cease until dawn | |
Wake me up when you can hear | |
The sound of people getting near | |
Where what' s dead becomes alive | |
And there' s a long and lonely ride | |
Who can know there' s so much life around us thins | |
Life from heaven smiles down on this room | |
Some parade of colours | |
Marching on music trails | |
Morning slips to evening | |
Falls through holes in between days | |
And you can loose another year | |
Where are the pictures perfect teen? | |
And where what' s dead come alive | |
And where you are comes alive |
zuò cí : Kozelek | |
Hanging low a big embrace of | |
Aztec moon | |
And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tune | |
And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed | |
Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read | |
Void of movement void of feeling | |
Void of life | |
Shadows crackles | |
Spanish church in the night | |
Don' t feel sour in the far window there | |
Don' t be bothered by the words in your head | |
When the sun goes down | |
And just a night | |
This will be bring up pretty | |
Some old fire ??? | |
Makes what' s dead come alive | |
For the long and lonely ride | |
Ancient highway | |
Desert dust diamond lit sky | |
Like some lost planet | |
Never breathes any life | |
And barely moving | |
Broken ears bend and crawl | |
Talk to where you' re stuck in | |
I won' t cease until dawn | |
Wake me up when you can hear | |
The sound of people getting near | |
Where what' s dead becomes alive | |
And there' s a long and lonely ride | |
Who can know there' s so much life around us thins | |
Life from heaven smiles down on this room | |
Some parade of colours | |
Marching on music trails | |
Morning slips to evening | |
Falls through holes in between days | |
And you can loose another year | |
Where are the pictures perfect teen? | |
And where what' s dead come alive | |
And where you are comes alive |