Song | Day 5 |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Uninvited, Like the Clouds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
Eventually | |
We came to a chasm dark and wide | |
And drifted in silence through endless anemones | |
In shallow dreams | |
Life was beginning to take a shape | |
Water was warm as it hastened our enemies | |
This kind of world will start a little colony | |
This kind of earth will eat a little energy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
After thousands of years | |
Our priests have predicted you would come | |
You with your death that appears in no photograph | |
You watch the night sky | |
We bickered like fools amongst ourselves | |
We sought protection in artificial youth | |
This kind of world will start a little colony | |
This kind of earth will eat a little energy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
In a sickening jump | |
I fell through the surface of my life | |
And I was cut back by the hollow camaraderie | |
The planet was still | |
Nothing moved as it slept in space | |
I pulled on my suit and exited quietly |
zuo ci : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
Eventually | |
We came to a chasm dark and wide | |
And drifted in silence through endless anemones | |
In shallow dreams | |
Life was beginning to take a shape | |
Water was warm as it hastened our enemies | |
This kind of world will start a little colony | |
This kind of earth will eat a little energy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
After thousands of years | |
Our priests have predicted you would come | |
You with your death that appears in no photograph | |
You watch the night sky | |
We bickered like fools amongst ourselves | |
We sought protection in artificial youth | |
This kind of world will start a little colony | |
This kind of earth will eat a little energy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
In a sickening jump | |
I fell through the surface of my life | |
And I was cut back by the hollow camaraderie | |
The planet was still | |
Nothing moved as it slept in space | |
I pulled on my suit and exited quietly |
zuò cí : Killbey, Koppes, Powles ... | |
Eventually | |
We came to a chasm dark and wide | |
And drifted in silence through endless anemones | |
In shallow dreams | |
Life was beginning to take a shape | |
Water was warm as it hastened our enemies | |
This kind of world will start a little colony | |
This kind of earth will eat a little energy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
After thousands of years | |
Our priests have predicted you would come | |
You with your death that appears in no photograph | |
You watch the night sky | |
We bickered like fools amongst ourselves | |
We sought protection in artificial youth | |
This kind of world will start a little colony | |
This kind of earth will eat a little energy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
This kind of thing needs a little secrecy | |
In a sickening jump | |
I fell through the surface of my life | |
And I was cut back by the hollow camaraderie | |
The planet was still | |
Nothing moved as it slept in space | |
I pulled on my suit and exited quietly |