Song | Hemp |
Artist | Living Colour |
Album | Stain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fairley, Reid | |
How carefully | |
I've shaped you in the solitude of days | |
How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers | |
How sweet the days | |
I've marked in knots | |
I've tenderly caressed | |
So many times | |
I've touched you, reached you, teased you | |
Now fingering these veins of hemp, their hair upon my skin | |
And how gently, quickly you will sleep | |
Slip into my collection with it's bristles, coils, intentions | |
Yet your words will be unfaithful before | |
I set you free | |
Slip as life is bound to slip from this entropy disorder | |
Then tied and laid upon the floor in perfect symmetry' | |
Til the frayed edge of your lips on mine | |
Positioned, placed at ease once more' | |
Til this restlessness returns, | |
I turn and turn and turn again |
zuo ci : Fairley, Reid | |
How carefully | |
I' ve shaped you in the solitude of days | |
How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers | |
How sweet the days | |
I' ve marked in knots | |
I' ve tenderly caressed | |
So many times | |
I' ve touched you, reached you, teased you | |
Now fingering these veins of hemp, their hair upon my skin | |
And how gently, quickly you will sleep | |
Slip into my collection with it' s bristles, coils, intentions | |
Yet your words will be unfaithful before | |
I set you free | |
Slip as life is bound to slip from this entropy disorder | |
Then tied and laid upon the floor in perfect symmetry' | |
Til the frayed edge of your lips on mine | |
Positioned, placed at ease once more' | |
Til this restlessness returns, | |
I turn and turn and turn again |
zuò cí : Fairley, Reid | |
How carefully | |
I' ve shaped you in the solitude of days | |
How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers | |
How sweet the days | |
I' ve marked in knots | |
I' ve tenderly caressed | |
So many times | |
I' ve touched you, reached you, teased you | |
Now fingering these veins of hemp, their hair upon my skin | |
And how gently, quickly you will sleep | |
Slip into my collection with it' s bristles, coils, intentions | |
Yet your words will be unfaithful before | |
I set you free | |
Slip as life is bound to slip from this entropy disorder | |
Then tied and laid upon the floor in perfect symmetry' | |
Til the frayed edge of your lips on mine | |
Positioned, placed at ease once more' | |
Til this restlessness returns, | |
I turn and turn and turn again |