Song | Gone World Gone |
Artist | Kitchens of Distinction |
Album | The Death of Cool |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
Animal nuzzles up to my shoulder. | |
Sweats and grunts and pushes me over. | |
With its musty mane in my eyes | |
I'm closed off and protected. | |
Inside sleep together, | |
sleep within sleep, | |
it's everywhere. | |
I'm safe, safe with the head of the animal. | |
Breathe on my breath, | |
there's nothing else. | |
Gone world, gone. | |
When he wakes in all our red rooms, | |
next to pillows that scream "alone", | |
and we're shaking uncompleted, | |
aching for this creeping sleep | |
on which to ride away. | |
Sleep is the animal whose name is safety, | |
whose name is angel's wings, | |
whose name is never will it happen to me, | |
whose arms are the longest the world will ever see, | |
whose voice is Jesus saying "innocence is the child", | |
whose breath is warmth and the scent of safety and the taste of purity. | |
Animal flies me in a hollow in it's belly | |
Until the world's gone. | |
Inside a world inside a world inside a world without end. |
zuo ci : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
Animal nuzzles up to my shoulder. | |
Sweats and grunts and pushes me over. | |
With its musty mane in my eyes | |
I' m closed off and protected. | |
Inside sleep together, | |
sleep within sleep, | |
it' s everywhere. | |
I' m safe, safe with the head of the animal. | |
Breathe on my breath, | |
there' s nothing else. | |
Gone world, gone. | |
When he wakes in all our red rooms, | |
next to pillows that scream " alone", | |
and we' re shaking uncompleted, | |
aching for this creeping sleep | |
on which to ride away. | |
Sleep is the animal whose name is safety, | |
whose name is angel' s wings, | |
whose name is never will it happen to me, | |
whose arms are the longest the world will ever see, | |
whose voice is Jesus saying " innocence is the child", | |
whose breath is warmth and the scent of safety and the taste of purity. | |
Animal flies me in a hollow in it' s belly | |
Until the world' s gone. | |
Inside a world inside a world inside a world without end. |
zuò cí : Kitchens Of Distinction | |
Animal nuzzles up to my shoulder. | |
Sweats and grunts and pushes me over. | |
With its musty mane in my eyes | |
I' m closed off and protected. | |
Inside sleep together, | |
sleep within sleep, | |
it' s everywhere. | |
I' m safe, safe with the head of the animal. | |
Breathe on my breath, | |
there' s nothing else. | |
Gone world, gone. | |
When he wakes in all our red rooms, | |
next to pillows that scream " alone", | |
and we' re shaking uncompleted, | |
aching for this creeping sleep | |
on which to ride away. | |
Sleep is the animal whose name is safety, | |
whose name is angel' s wings, | |
whose name is never will it happen to me, | |
whose arms are the longest the world will ever see, | |
whose voice is Jesus saying " innocence is the child", | |
whose breath is warmth and the scent of safety and the taste of purity. | |
Animal flies me in a hollow in it' s belly | |
Until the world' s gone. | |
Inside a world inside a world inside a world without end. |