Song | Cat Faces |
Artist | Ugly Casanova |
Album | Sharpen Your Teeth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brock, Orth | |
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
Swallows drop in and dash the sky | |
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. | |
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon. | |
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
You blame me and | |
I'll blame you, and we're both right. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Mark the path | |
They say his teeth are wood and they want pictures of him. | |
Back to the point of departure | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay it down, | |
We're wood screws, all of our lives. | |
And we're wood screws, all of our lives. | |
We're wood screws, all of our lives. | |
And we're wood screws, all of our lives. | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
I lay down with the southern range.,. | |
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. | |
Swallows drop in and dash the sky | |
I picture you as if you were a pine. | |
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon. | |
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
We're wood screws, all of our lives. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
We’re wood screws, all of our lives | |
Mark the path back to the point of departure | |
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay me down | |
And i lay down with the southern range. | |
And i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range, with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. with the southern range i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. with the southern range i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range |
zuo qu : Brock, Orth | |
My heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
Swallows drop in and dash the sky | |
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. | |
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon. | |
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
You blame me and | |
I' ll blame you, and we' re both right. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Mark the path | |
They say his teeth are wood and they want pictures of him. | |
Back to the point of departure | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay it down, | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
And we' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
And we' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
I lay down with the southern range.,. | |
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. | |
Swallows drop in and dash the sky | |
I picture you as if you were a pine. | |
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon. | |
My heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
My heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives | |
Mark the path back to the point of departure | |
Well my heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay me down | |
And i lay down with the southern range. | |
And i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range, with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. with the southern range i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. with the southern range i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range |
zuò qǔ : Brock, Orth | |
My heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
Swallows drop in and dash the sky | |
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. | |
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon. | |
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
You blame me and | |
I' ll blame you, and we' re both right. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
Mark the path | |
They say his teeth are wood and they want pictures of him. | |
Back to the point of departure | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay it down, | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
And we' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
And we' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. | |
I lay down with the southern range.,. | |
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. | |
Swallows drop in and dash the sky | |
I picture you as if you were a pine. | |
Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon. | |
My heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
My heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives. | |
Cutting cat faces in the pines. | |
We' re wood screws, all of our lives | |
Mark the path back to the point of departure | |
Well my heart' s stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. | |
Two by two and four by four the pines they lay me down | |
And i lay down with the southern range. | |
And i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range, with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. with the southern range i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. with the southern range i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range i lay down with the southern range. i lay down with the southern range, down with the southern range |