Song | Bridle |
Artist | Sage Francis |
Album | A Healthy Distrust |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Frances | |
Maze broken | |
She's runnin' | |
Feet swollen | |
He's commin' | |
She's stolen | |
And before he even knows it she's gone. | |
Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps | |
He's dumped, and can't seem to swallow these lumps | |
The best goes on… | |
Same fireNew passion | |
Old flameTrade it in for a summer fling | |
There's nothing like that sweet old song… | |
Tip overRoot the trees | |
Bend the leaves | |
Blend in with the open wound | |
The freeze frames keep him warm… | |
The day's frost is scrapped off the weight loss | |
The new sign that says keep off | |
As he speeds off into the storm… | |
Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice | |
He's peeking out on the pike and cheatin life | |
Pealing out on the lawn | |
Now he's idling | |
In his mind he's figuring out life's about the little things | |
His time is dwindling | |
And his labyrinth | |
And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps | |
The princess is innocent | |
She doesn't belong…(I never thought I'd miss you) | |
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall… | |
She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall.(I never thought I'd miss you) | |
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn | |
He's pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm | |
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war… | |
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm… | |
The maze, high tower, clouds are at war… | |
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm… | |
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war…(I never thought I'd miss you) – repeat 3x |
zuo qu : Frances | |
Maze broken | |
She' s runnin' | |
Feet swollen | |
He' s commin' | |
She' s stolen | |
And before he even knows it she' s gone. | |
Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps | |
He' s dumped, and can' t seem to swallow these lumps | |
The best goes on | |
Same fireNew passion | |
Old flameTrade it in for a summer fling | |
There' s nothing like that sweet old song | |
Tip overRoot the trees | |
Bend the leaves | |
Blend in with the open wound | |
The freeze frames keep him warm | |
The day' s frost is scrapped off the weight loss | |
The new sign that says keep off | |
As he speeds off into the storm | |
Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice | |
He' s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life | |
Pealing out on the lawn | |
Now he' s idling | |
In his mind he' s figuring out life' s about the little things | |
His time is dwindling | |
And his labyrinth | |
And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps | |
The princess is innocent | |
She doesn' t belong I never thought I' d miss you | |
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall | |
She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall. I never thought I' d miss you | |
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn | |
He' s pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm | |
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war | |
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
The maze, high tower, clouds are at war | |
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war I never thought I' d miss you repeat 3x |
zuò qǔ : Frances | |
Maze broken | |
She' s runnin' | |
Feet swollen | |
He' s commin' | |
She' s stolen | |
And before he even knows it she' s gone. | |
Tea cups sittin' on the hollow tree stumps | |
He' s dumped, and can' t seem to swallow these lumps | |
The best goes on | |
Same fireNew passion | |
Old flameTrade it in for a summer fling | |
There' s nothing like that sweet old song | |
Tip overRoot the trees | |
Bend the leaves | |
Blend in with the open wound | |
The freeze frames keep him warm | |
The day' s frost is scrapped off the weight loss | |
The new sign that says keep off | |
As he speeds off into the storm | |
Out of sight the lighting strikes him twice | |
He' s peeking out on the pike and cheatin life | |
Pealing out on the lawn | |
Now he' s idling | |
In his mind he' s figuring out life' s about the little things | |
His time is dwindling | |
And his labyrinth | |
And all his magnificent can only keep the mike straps | |
The princess is innocent | |
She doesn' t belong I never thought I' d miss you | |
They had a ceremony where he put her in a bridle, the headstall | |
She stop to think for a minute, and in a split second went a wall. I never thought I' d miss you | |
He draws in the chin as in a expression of resentment or scorn | |
He' s pullin' on the rains, the bridle, the shower the storm | |
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war | |
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
The maze, high tower, clouds are at war | |
The rains, the bridle, the shower, the storm | |
The maze, the high tower, clouds are at war, clouds are at war, clouds are at war I never thought I' d miss you repeat 3x |