Song | The Bones Of An Idol |
Artist | The New Pornographers |
Album | Twin Cinema |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Newman | |
We're lit by a torch | |
As we kneel in the court of the king | |
As we sift through the bones of an idol | |
We dig for the bones of an idol | |
When the will is gone' | |
Cause something keeps turning us on | |
You hold up the cup | |
You've been searching for | |
Since you were young | |
When you still had the bones of an idol | |
If you still had the bones of an idol | |
You'd be long long gone | |
But something keeps turning you on | |
We cling to the raft we are missing | |
By half what we wanted | |
But we escaped with the bones of an idol | |
Escaped with the belt and the title | |
But our land is gone | |
And something keeps turning us on |
zuo ci : Newman | |
We' re lit by a torch | |
As we kneel in the court of the king | |
As we sift through the bones of an idol | |
We dig for the bones of an idol | |
When the will is gone' | |
Cause something keeps turning us on | |
You hold up the cup | |
You' ve been searching for | |
Since you were young | |
When you still had the bones of an idol | |
If you still had the bones of an idol | |
You' d be long long gone | |
But something keeps turning you on | |
We cling to the raft we are missing | |
By half what we wanted | |
But we escaped with the bones of an idol | |
Escaped with the belt and the title | |
But our land is gone | |
And something keeps turning us on |
zuò cí : Newman | |
We' re lit by a torch | |
As we kneel in the court of the king | |
As we sift through the bones of an idol | |
We dig for the bones of an idol | |
When the will is gone' | |
Cause something keeps turning us on | |
You hold up the cup | |
You' ve been searching for | |
Since you were young | |
When you still had the bones of an idol | |
If you still had the bones of an idol | |
You' d be long long gone | |
But something keeps turning you on | |
We cling to the raft we are missing | |
By half what we wanted | |
But we escaped with the bones of an idol | |
Escaped with the belt and the title | |
But our land is gone | |
And something keeps turning us on |