| Song | The Line That Ties Me |
| Artist | Julia Stone |
| Album | By the Horns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : unknown |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : unknown |
| [00:14.44] | The walls are talking and the only person |
| [00:17.82] | |
| [00:19.19] | who can hear me is nearly gone. |
| [00:22.25] | |
| [00:25.00] | I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words |
| [00:30.08] | |
| [00:30.77] | That I can't say, for the fear that I might fall. |
| [00:35.01] | |
| [00:40.32] | Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint, |
| [00:44.63] | |
| [00:45.76] | Won't capture the beauty of you. |
| [00:49.07] | |
| [00:51.32] | And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears, |
| [00:56.19] | |
| [00:57.51] | As I sink beneath the weight of it all. |
| [01:00.76] | |
| [01:02.71] | I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
| [01:07.52] | |
| [01:09.27] | Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. |
| [01:13.46] | |
| [01:15.08] | Call you a lion, call you a man, |
| [01:19.89] | |
| [01:20.77] | You're the line that ties me to things. |
| [01:23.77] | |
| [01:25.58] | I don't understand. |
| [01:26.83] | |
| [01:38.87] | Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture, |
| [01:43.44] | |
| [01:44.87] | You wouldn't sell to the lady next door. |
| [01:47.62] | |
| [01:50.25] | You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price, |
| [01:54.12] | |
| [01:55.00] | It's for the heart, I should give it away, |
| [01:57.64] | |
| [01:58.27] | Use it for the freedom of us all. |
| [02:01.02] | |
| [02:04.65] | I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
| [02:09.83] | |
| [02:11.08] | Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. |
| [02:15.21] | |
| [02:17.27] | Call you a lion, call you a man, |
| [02:21.27] | |
| [02:22.83] | You're the line that ties me to things. |
| [02:25.99] | |
| [02:27.99] | I don't understand. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : unknown |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : unknown |
| [00:14.44] | The walls are talking and the only person |
| [00:17.82] | |
| [00:19.19] | who can hear me is nearly gone. |
| [00:22.25] | |
| [00:25.00] | I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words |
| [00:30.08] | |
| [00:30.77] | That I can' t say, for the fear that I might fall. |
| [00:35.01] | |
| [00:40.32] | Maybe I' m afraid that the pictures that I paint, |
| [00:44.63] | |
| [00:45.76] | Won' t capture the beauty of you. |
| [00:49.07] | |
| [00:51.32] | And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears, |
| [00:56.19] | |
| [00:57.51] | As I sink beneath the weight of it all. |
| [01:00.76] | |
| [01:02.71] | I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
| [01:07.52] | |
| [01:09.27] | Call you the island, where faith doesn' t reach. |
| [01:13.46] | |
| [01:15.08] | Call you a lion, call you a man, |
| [01:19.89] | |
| [01:20.77] | You' re the line that ties me to things. |
| [01:23.77] | |
| [01:25.58] | I don' t understand. |
| [01:26.83] | |
| [01:38.87] | Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture, |
| [01:43.44] | |
| [01:44.87] | You wouldn' t sell to the lady next door. |
| [01:47.62] | |
| [01:50.25] | You tell me music and art, it doesn' t have a price, |
| [01:54.12] | |
| [01:55.00] | It' s for the heart, I should give it away, |
| [01:57.64] | |
| [01:58.27] | Use it for the freedom of us all. |
| [02:01.02] | |
| [02:04.65] | I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
| [02:09.83] | |
| [02:11.08] | Call you the island, where faith doesn' t reach. |
| [02:15.21] | |
| [02:17.27] | Call you a lion, call you a man, |
| [02:21.27] | |
| [02:22.83] | You' re the line that ties me to things. |
| [02:25.99] | |
| [02:27.99] | I don' t understand. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : unknown |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : unknown |
| [00:14.44] | The walls are talking and the only person |
| [00:17.82] | |
| [00:19.19] | who can hear me is nearly gone. |
| [00:22.25] | |
| [00:25.00] | I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words |
| [00:30.08] | |
| [00:30.77] | That I can' t say, for the fear that I might fall. |
| [00:35.01] | |
| [00:40.32] | Maybe I' m afraid that the pictures that I paint, |
| [00:44.63] | |
| [00:45.76] | Won' t capture the beauty of you. |
| [00:49.07] | |
| [00:51.32] | And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears, |
| [00:56.19] | |
| [00:57.51] | As I sink beneath the weight of it all. |
| [01:00.76] | |
| [01:02.71] | I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
| [01:07.52] | |
| [01:09.27] | Call you the island, where faith doesn' t reach. |
| [01:13.46] | |
| [01:15.08] | Call you a lion, call you a man, |
| [01:19.89] | |
| [01:20.77] | You' re the line that ties me to things. |
| [01:23.77] | |
| [01:25.58] | I don' t understand. |
| [01:26.83] | |
| [01:38.87] | Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture, |
| [01:43.44] | |
| [01:44.87] | You wouldn' t sell to the lady next door. |
| [01:47.62] | |
| [01:50.25] | You tell me music and art, it doesn' t have a price, |
| [01:54.12] | |
| [01:55.00] | It' s for the heart, I should give it away, |
| [01:57.64] | |
| [01:58.27] | Use it for the freedom of us all. |
| [02:01.02] | |
| [02:04.65] | I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
| [02:09.83] | |
| [02:11.08] | Call you the island, where faith doesn' t reach. |
| [02:15.21] | |
| [02:17.27] | Call you a lion, call you a man, |
| [02:21.27] | |
| [02:22.83] | You' re the line that ties me to things. |
| [02:25.99] | |
| [02:27.99] | I don' t understand. |