Song | Barnacles |
Artist | Ugly Casanova |
Album | Sharpen Your Teeth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brock, Orth | |
i don't really need to see so i don't need to see so i'll paint i don't know, i'll paint it black i don't need to see i don't see how you see out of your window i don't need to see, i'll paint mine black i don't need to see i don't see how you see out of your window i don't need to see i'll paint mine black i don't know me and you don't know you so we fit so good together 'cause i knew you like i knew myself we clung on like barnacles on a boat even though the ship sinks you know you can't let go i was talking like two hands knocking yelling 'let me in, let me in, please come out.' black glass, dirt-based soap, tell yourself what you know. my friends, oh my friends, bury your head i'll help you bury your hands. hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is. my light it came up quick, call it your asterisk, buried in a boys and boys first book of the stars saw it a satellite constant unblinking eyes buried in the bottom in the bottom of a brackish lake |
zuo qu : Brock, Orth | |
i don' t really need to see so i don' t need to see so i' ll paint i don' t know, i' ll paint it black i don' t need to see i don' t see how you see out of your window i don' t need to see, i' ll paint mine black i don' t need to see i don' t see how you see out of your window i don' t need to see i' ll paint mine black i don' t know me and you don' t know you so we fit so good together ' cause i knew you like i knew myself we clung on like barnacles on a boat even though the ship sinks you know you can' t let go i was talking like two hands knocking yelling ' let me in, let me in, please come out.' black glass, dirtbased soap, tell yourself what you know. my friends, oh my friends, bury your head i' ll help you bury your hands. hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is. my light it came up quick, call it your asterisk, buried in a boys and boys first book of the stars saw it a satellite constant unblinking eyes buried in the bottom in the bottom of a brackish lake |
zuò qǔ : Brock, Orth | |
i don' t really need to see so i don' t need to see so i' ll paint i don' t know, i' ll paint it black i don' t need to see i don' t see how you see out of your window i don' t need to see, i' ll paint mine black i don' t need to see i don' t see how you see out of your window i don' t need to see i' ll paint mine black i don' t know me and you don' t know you so we fit so good together ' cause i knew you like i knew myself we clung on like barnacles on a boat even though the ship sinks you know you can' t let go i was talking like two hands knocking yelling ' let me in, let me in, please come out.' black glass, dirtbased soap, tell yourself what you know. my friends, oh my friends, bury your head i' ll help you bury your hands. hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is. my light it came up quick, call it your asterisk, buried in a boys and boys first book of the stars saw it a satellite constant unblinking eyes buried in the bottom in the bottom of a brackish lake |