Song | Iscarabaid |
Artist | Sunny Day Real Estate |
Album | LP2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sunny Day Real Estate | |
Now they're swerving when | |
I giveAnd now it's turning away from my impression at all | |
It's choleric months in baritone | |
But waiting for the tide out | |
Right in they're calling me | |
Words at hiding are revoked | |
But waiting for this | |
I'll blend in the covering | |
When it's tried, embarrass | |
A late song in the late leaf | |
Things will come anywhere | |
Inside of me | |
Outside of you | |
Waiting closer to there | |
I'd swear that goes with our dreams | |
What's wrong with me | |
Another side of you | |
In every type a value | |
But now it's turning away from my impression at all | |
There was a time when running | |
I went swimming | |
And you pulled me to come back | |
Long weeks hiding melody | |
And now it's starting awake at my impression at all | |
The clock strikes hope | |
And time to bring | |
But now it's turning into a beast like you | |
I don't need them | |
Light the way there | |
Inside of me | |
Outside of you | |
Going closer to there | |
And swear that you've seen better things | |
Wipe the slate | |
What am I to sing? | |
Many clothes to borrow | |
To quell that song |
zuo ci : Sunny Day Real Estate | |
Now they' re swerving when | |
I giveAnd now it' s turning away from my impression at all | |
It' s choleric months in baritone | |
But waiting for the tide out | |
Right in they' re calling me | |
Words at hiding are revoked | |
But waiting for this | |
I' ll blend in the covering | |
When it' s tried, embarrass | |
A late song in the late leaf | |
Things will come anywhere | |
Inside of me | |
Outside of you | |
Waiting closer to there | |
I' d swear that goes with our dreams | |
What' s wrong with me | |
Another side of you | |
In every type a value | |
But now it' s turning away from my impression at all | |
There was a time when running | |
I went swimming | |
And you pulled me to come back | |
Long weeks hiding melody | |
And now it' s starting awake at my impression at all | |
The clock strikes hope | |
And time to bring | |
But now it' s turning into a beast like you | |
I don' t need them | |
Light the way there | |
Inside of me | |
Outside of you | |
Going closer to there | |
And swear that you' ve seen better things | |
Wipe the slate | |
What am I to sing? | |
Many clothes to borrow | |
To quell that song |
zuò cí : Sunny Day Real Estate | |
Now they' re swerving when | |
I giveAnd now it' s turning away from my impression at all | |
It' s choleric months in baritone | |
But waiting for the tide out | |
Right in they' re calling me | |
Words at hiding are revoked | |
But waiting for this | |
I' ll blend in the covering | |
When it' s tried, embarrass | |
A late song in the late leaf | |
Things will come anywhere | |
Inside of me | |
Outside of you | |
Waiting closer to there | |
I' d swear that goes with our dreams | |
What' s wrong with me | |
Another side of you | |
In every type a value | |
But now it' s turning away from my impression at all | |
There was a time when running | |
I went swimming | |
And you pulled me to come back | |
Long weeks hiding melody | |
And now it' s starting awake at my impression at all | |
The clock strikes hope | |
And time to bring | |
But now it' s turning into a beast like you | |
I don' t need them | |
Light the way there | |
Inside of me | |
Outside of you | |
Going closer to there | |
And swear that you' ve seen better things | |
Wipe the slate | |
What am I to sing? | |
Many clothes to borrow | |
To quell that song |