Song | Song for the Dead |
Artist | Sea Wolf |
Album | Leaves in the River |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Church | |
Awake without warning | |
The black of the morning | |
All shimmery jewels | |
From the voice of a fool | |
Echoes through the halls | |
Of the building | |
He built in her place | |
He'll shake through the winter | |
And dream of her mister | |
The picture he drew her | |
Resembled her sister | |
Oh how the wind | |
Can pull you in | |
Or push you away | |
You'll move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You'll sing like a cricket | |
Song of the mystery | |
Song of the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
A comma of silence | |
Relieves all the violence | |
You've dragged into bed | |
With the sheets soaking red | |
It's a glimmer of light | |
Through a prism | |
That's calling a truce | |
With your beautiful hair | |
So displayed on the chair | |
And your head on the arm | |
And your legs in the air | |
And the words dancing out | |
From your lips | |
Like a sad ballet | |
Now move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You'll sing like a cricket | |
Song of the mystery | |
Song of the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
You'll move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You'll sing like a cricket | |
Long for the mystery | |
Long for the system | |
Long for the guilty | |
Long for the living | |
Move like tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You'll sing like a cricket | |
Song for the mystery | |
Song for the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
Song for the dead | |
Song for... |
zuo qu : Church | |
Awake without warning | |
The black of the morning | |
All shimmery jewels | |
From the voice of a fool | |
Echoes through the halls | |
Of the building | |
He built in her place | |
He' ll shake through the winter | |
And dream of her mister | |
The picture he drew her | |
Resembled her sister | |
Oh how the wind | |
Can pull you in | |
Or push you away | |
You' ll move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Song of the mystery | |
Song of the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
A comma of silence | |
Relieves all the violence | |
You' ve dragged into bed | |
With the sheets soaking red | |
It' s a glimmer of light | |
Through a prism | |
That' s calling a truce | |
With your beautiful hair | |
So displayed on the chair | |
And your head on the arm | |
And your legs in the air | |
And the words dancing out | |
From your lips | |
Like a sad ballet | |
Now move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Song of the mystery | |
Song of the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
You' ll move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Long for the mystery | |
Long for the system | |
Long for the guilty | |
Long for the living | |
Move like tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Song for the mystery | |
Song for the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
Song for the dead | |
Song for... |
zuò qǔ : Church | |
Awake without warning | |
The black of the morning | |
All shimmery jewels | |
From the voice of a fool | |
Echoes through the halls | |
Of the building | |
He built in her place | |
He' ll shake through the winter | |
And dream of her mister | |
The picture he drew her | |
Resembled her sister | |
Oh how the wind | |
Can pull you in | |
Or push you away | |
You' ll move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Song of the mystery | |
Song of the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
A comma of silence | |
Relieves all the violence | |
You' ve dragged into bed | |
With the sheets soaking red | |
It' s a glimmer of light | |
Through a prism | |
That' s calling a truce | |
With your beautiful hair | |
So displayed on the chair | |
And your head on the arm | |
And your legs in the air | |
And the words dancing out | |
From your lips | |
Like a sad ballet | |
Now move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Song of the mystery | |
Song of the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
You' ll move like a tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Long for the mystery | |
Long for the system | |
Long for the guilty | |
Long for the living | |
Move like tiger | |
Into the thicket | |
Claws in the dirt | |
You' ll sing like a cricket | |
Song for the mystery | |
Song for the system | |
Song for the guilty | |
Song for the living | |
Song for the dead | |
Song for the dead | |
Song for... |