Song | The Nine Year Tide |
Artist | Twelve Tribes |
Album | Midwest Pandemic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Twelve Tribes | |
In a dream we had together | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
I was bleeding from the mouth | |
You were dressed in someone else | |
I saw it coming | |
You were the tempest and I was the storm | |
You were the archetype of my disgust | |
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left | |
A chemical releases | |
A scattered signal | |
And you confessed | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left | |
You were the tempest and I was the storm | |
You were the archetype of my disgust | |
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down | |
I'm bound to break your fall | |
To watch you heal | |
In the stillness before the rising tide | |
Raise your flag | |
And you take the guilt from those words you bled | |
Raise your flag to the sun | |
In your last attempt you failed us again | |
I'm bound to break your fall | |
To watch you heal | |
In the stillness before the rising tide | |
And I still have my hope to pretend | |
That I'm finally breathing | |
To leave well enough alone was too easy | |
It was too easy and it swallowed my heart |
zuo qu : Twelve Tribes | |
In a dream we had together | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
I was bleeding from the mouth | |
You were dressed in someone else | |
I saw it coming | |
You were the tempest and I was the storm | |
You were the archetype of my disgust | |
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left | |
A chemical releases | |
A scattered signal | |
And you confessed | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left | |
You were the tempest and I was the storm | |
You were the archetype of my disgust | |
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down | |
I' m bound to break your fall | |
To watch you heal | |
In the stillness before the rising tide | |
Raise your flag | |
And you take the guilt from those words you bled | |
Raise your flag to the sun | |
In your last attempt you failed us again | |
I' m bound to break your fall | |
To watch you heal | |
In the stillness before the rising tide | |
And I still have my hope to pretend | |
That I' m finally breathing | |
To leave well enough alone was too easy | |
It was too easy and it swallowed my heart |
zuò qǔ : Twelve Tribes | |
In a dream we had together | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
I was bleeding from the mouth | |
You were dressed in someone else | |
I saw it coming | |
You were the tempest and I was the storm | |
You were the archetype of my disgust | |
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left | |
A chemical releases | |
A scattered signal | |
And you confessed | |
In a vessel of blinding light | |
The lifeless stare you gave me was all we had left | |
You were the tempest and I was the storm | |
You were the archetype of my disgust | |
Yours were the arms that kept me weighted down | |
I' m bound to break your fall | |
To watch you heal | |
In the stillness before the rising tide | |
Raise your flag | |
And you take the guilt from those words you bled | |
Raise your flag to the sun | |
In your last attempt you failed us again | |
I' m bound to break your fall | |
To watch you heal | |
In the stillness before the rising tide | |
And I still have my hope to pretend | |
That I' m finally breathing | |
To leave well enough alone was too easy | |
It was too easy and it swallowed my heart |