Song | Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile |
Artist | The Lawrence Arms |
Album | The Greatest Story Ever Told |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lawrence Arms, Maluver | |
Concerning confrontations. | |
This is a shy and quiet morning. | |
The sleeping dogs awoke last night, | |
The thunder scares them stiff eyed. | |
Exercise your exorcisms. | |
Anchor down. | |
Raise the sail. | |
Autumn night stay soft and cool. | |
Come morning light | |
I'll be gone. | |
Spectators are tired of watching. | |
They're filing out the big top doors. | |
I'm buried in the smell of circus. | |
Those dark clouds are rolling in. | |
Drunken mouth. | |
Kitchen smile. | |
Please summon me softly to sleep. | |
We never talk we only speak. | |
Today I've seen a dragon on the ripped up worn out armrest. | |
Stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite. | |
I'll be burning out like a shooting star. | |
A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings. | |
I should be on trial for everything | |
I haven't done. | |
I should be on trial for everything | |
I haven't done. |
zuo qu : Lawrence Arms, Maluver | |
Concerning confrontations. | |
This is a shy and quiet morning. | |
The sleeping dogs awoke last night, | |
The thunder scares them stiff eyed. | |
Exercise your exorcisms. | |
Anchor down. | |
Raise the sail. | |
Autumn night stay soft and cool. | |
Come morning light | |
I' ll be gone. | |
Spectators are tired of watching. | |
They' re filing out the big top doors. | |
I' m buried in the smell of circus. | |
Those dark clouds are rolling in. | |
Drunken mouth. | |
Kitchen smile. | |
Please summon me softly to sleep. | |
We never talk we only speak. | |
Today I' ve seen a dragon on the ripped up worn out armrest. | |
Stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite. | |
I' ll be burning out like a shooting star. | |
A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings. | |
I should be on trial for everything | |
I haven' t done. | |
I should be on trial for everything | |
I haven' t done. |
zuò qǔ : Lawrence Arms, Maluver | |
Concerning confrontations. | |
This is a shy and quiet morning. | |
The sleeping dogs awoke last night, | |
The thunder scares them stiff eyed. | |
Exercise your exorcisms. | |
Anchor down. | |
Raise the sail. | |
Autumn night stay soft and cool. | |
Come morning light | |
I' ll be gone. | |
Spectators are tired of watching. | |
They' re filing out the big top doors. | |
I' m buried in the smell of circus. | |
Those dark clouds are rolling in. | |
Drunken mouth. | |
Kitchen smile. | |
Please summon me softly to sleep. | |
We never talk we only speak. | |
Today I' ve seen a dragon on the ripped up worn out armrest. | |
Stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite. | |
I' ll be burning out like a shooting star. | |
A thousand pretty lights assail these sinking feelings. | |
I should be on trial for everything | |
I haven' t done. | |
I should be on trial for everything | |
I haven' t done. |