Song | Deerskin Doll |
Artist | Woven Hand |
Album | Mosaic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dee | |
You are a fine noise | |
I must take care for you | |
My heart my head to the ground | |
To speak of such things | |
As the sound of your wings | |
I have not the breath | |
In my brides eye | |
And by her side | |
And by her side | |
You are the noise | |
The elktooth chain | |
Lovely in the rivers mirror | |
You stand in my circle | |
The circle of my center here | |
It will take some time | |
To get to this point | |
Remember you are spinning | |
Around the room | |
I dare not rest | |
My hands on my chest | |
Vashene osh miashte means yes | |
Means yes | |
The branches all creek together | |
All out in the open | |
Inside a roaring figure on the wall | |
The streets are cobbled just for you | |
The silver sun in my cellar well too | |
I hear a mocking voice |
zuo qu : Dee | |
You are a fine noise | |
I must take care for you | |
My heart my head to the ground | |
To speak of such things | |
As the sound of your wings | |
I have not the breath | |
In my brides eye | |
And by her side | |
And by her side | |
You are the noise | |
The elktooth chain | |
Lovely in the rivers mirror | |
You stand in my circle | |
The circle of my center here | |
It will take some time | |
To get to this point | |
Remember you are spinning | |
Around the room | |
I dare not rest | |
My hands on my chest | |
Vashene osh miashte means yes | |
Means yes | |
The branches all creek together | |
All out in the open | |
Inside a roaring figure on the wall | |
The streets are cobbled just for you | |
The silver sun in my cellar well too | |
I hear a mocking voice |
zuò qǔ : Dee | |
You are a fine noise | |
I must take care for you | |
My heart my head to the ground | |
To speak of such things | |
As the sound of your wings | |
I have not the breath | |
In my brides eye | |
And by her side | |
And by her side | |
You are the noise | |
The elktooth chain | |
Lovely in the rivers mirror | |
You stand in my circle | |
The circle of my center here | |
It will take some time | |
To get to this point | |
Remember you are spinning | |
Around the room | |
I dare not rest | |
My hands on my chest | |
Vashene osh miashte means yes | |
Means yes | |
The branches all creek together | |
All out in the open | |
Inside a roaring figure on the wall | |
The streets are cobbled just for you | |
The silver sun in my cellar well too | |
I hear a mocking voice |