Song | The Salt Wound Routine |
Artist | Thirteen Senses |
Album | The Invitation |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses |
[00:24.20] | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP |
[00:29.40] | They pursue us to the deep end and then depart |
[00:35.69] | Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain |
[00:40.84] | For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear |
[00:45.72] | |
[00:46.96] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[00:52.11] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[00:58.49] | And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide |
[01:06.77] | It's a delicate degree |
[01:12.69] | It's a number I can see |
[01:20.00] | |
[01:40.56] | Could prison cells be in my brain |
[01:45.27] | For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face |
[01:50.50] | And everybody finds a college graduate with joy |
[01:56.70] | While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime |
[02:01.42] | |
[02:02.85] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[02:08.69] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[02:14.51] | And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide |
[02:22.50] | It's a delicate degree |
[02:28.70] | It's a number I can see |
[02:34.36] | |
[03:13.41] | You sit at home up late at night |
[03:19.45] | When it's beginning to arrive |
[03:24.92] | And honestly |
[03:27.74] | I don't see the need for any routines |
[03:33.53] | I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts |
[03:39.36] | And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again |
[03:46.70] | |
[04:06.59] | And all this ground beneath my feet |
[04:11.74] | Has decided not to crumble into the sea |
[04:17.86] | I walked in a house, it smelt of paint |
[04:23.20] | And the ceiling it has no trouble with me |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Will South Thirteen Senses |
[00:24.20] | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP |
[00:29.40] | They pursue us to the deep end and then depart |
[00:35.69] | Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain |
[00:40.84] | For only patterns on a snake' s back give us genuine fear |
[00:45.72] | |
[00:46.96] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[00:52.11] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[00:58.49] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[01:06.77] | It' s a delicate degree |
[01:12.69] | It' s a number I can see |
[01:20.00] | |
[01:40.56] | Could prison cells be in my brain |
[01:45.27] | For they' re safe inside the cover of a dirty face |
[01:50.50] | And everybody finds a college graduate with joy |
[01:56.70] | While I' m happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime |
[02:01.42] | |
[02:02.85] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[02:08.69] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[02:14.51] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[02:22.50] | It' s a delicate degree |
[02:28.70] | It' s a number I can see |
[02:34.36] | |
[03:13.41] | You sit at home up late at night |
[03:19.45] | When it' s beginning to arrive |
[03:24.92] | And honestly |
[03:27.74] | I don' t see the need for any routines |
[03:33.53] | I' m all out of sync, I cover my cuts |
[03:39.36] | And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again |
[03:46.70] | |
[04:06.59] | And all this ground beneath my feet |
[04:11.74] | Has decided not to crumble into the sea |
[04:17.86] | I walked in a house, it smelt of paint |
[04:23.20] | And the ceiling it has no trouble with me |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Will South Thirteen Senses |
[00:24.20] | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP |
[00:29.40] | They pursue us to the deep end and then depart |
[00:35.69] | Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain |
[00:40.84] | For only patterns on a snake' s back give us genuine fear |
[00:45.72] | |
[00:46.96] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[00:52.11] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[00:58.49] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[01:06.77] | It' s a delicate degree |
[01:12.69] | It' s a number I can see |
[01:20.00] | |
[01:40.56] | Could prison cells be in my brain |
[01:45.27] | For they' re safe inside the cover of a dirty face |
[01:50.50] | And everybody finds a college graduate with joy |
[01:56.70] | While I' m happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime |
[02:01.42] | |
[02:02.85] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[02:08.69] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[02:14.51] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[02:22.50] | It' s a delicate degree |
[02:28.70] | It' s a number I can see |
[02:34.36] | |
[03:13.41] | You sit at home up late at night |
[03:19.45] | When it' s beginning to arrive |
[03:24.92] | And honestly |
[03:27.74] | I don' t see the need for any routines |
[03:33.53] | I' m all out of sync, I cover my cuts |
[03:39.36] | And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again |
[03:46.70] | |
[04:06.59] | And all this ground beneath my feet |
[04:11.74] | Has decided not to crumble into the sea |
[04:17.86] | I walked in a house, it smelt of paint |
[04:23.20] | And the ceiling it has no trouble with me |