Song | Atlantis As A Lover |
Artist | Tiamat |
Album | A Deeper Kind Of Slumber |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Edlund | |
Soothe my skin | |
My sweetness of soul | |
Your dream | |
I dreamedDear watering-hole | |
A bride divine | |
In ruby eyed crown | |
Deep underneath | |
Your soft waterdown | |
I breathe in the fumes | |
Of oils unfathomed | |
With glory and pride | |
I confess myself doomed | |
You won again | |
Godly different kind | |
My air has ceased | |
To the deepest peace of mind | |
What it once ment | |
Is lost in the end | |
With profound words | |
Of just being friends | |
A timeglass you turned | |
Of hours getting late | |
How fatal then | |
Is all of your hate | |
I breathe in the fumes | |
Of oils unfathomed | |
With glory and pride | |
I confess myself doomed | |
You won again | |
Godly different kind | |
My air has ceased | |
To the deepest peace of mind |
zuo ci : Edlund | |
Soothe my skin | |
My sweetness of soul | |
Your dream | |
I dreamedDear wateringhole | |
A bride divine | |
In ruby eyed crown | |
Deep underneath | |
Your soft waterdown | |
I breathe in the fumes | |
Of oils unfathomed | |
With glory and pride | |
I confess myself doomed | |
You won again | |
Godly different kind | |
My air has ceased | |
To the deepest peace of mind | |
What it once ment | |
Is lost in the end | |
With profound words | |
Of just being friends | |
A timeglass you turned | |
Of hours getting late | |
How fatal then | |
Is all of your hate | |
I breathe in the fumes | |
Of oils unfathomed | |
With glory and pride | |
I confess myself doomed | |
You won again | |
Godly different kind | |
My air has ceased | |
To the deepest peace of mind |
zuò cí : Edlund | |
Soothe my skin | |
My sweetness of soul | |
Your dream | |
I dreamedDear wateringhole | |
A bride divine | |
In ruby eyed crown | |
Deep underneath | |
Your soft waterdown | |
I breathe in the fumes | |
Of oils unfathomed | |
With glory and pride | |
I confess myself doomed | |
You won again | |
Godly different kind | |
My air has ceased | |
To the deepest peace of mind | |
What it once ment | |
Is lost in the end | |
With profound words | |
Of just being friends | |
A timeglass you turned | |
Of hours getting late | |
How fatal then | |
Is all of your hate | |
I breathe in the fumes | |
Of oils unfathomed | |
With glory and pride | |
I confess myself doomed | |
You won again | |
Godly different kind | |
My air has ceased | |
To the deepest peace of mind |