作曲 : Wagner | |
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and | |
Things to come | |
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into | |
(the funnel of) my arms | |
And as always they're not strong And as always you | |
Do believe and as always I'm very wrong about the cut | |
Above the bleed | |
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah | |
She'd be inside you shed away a shadow as we go | |
And you know, it's not bad and I'm so into the blue And | |
It's so, like goofy said I just fly above the few | |
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to | |
The ground, you're falling | |
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by | |
The dirty window | |
Coda | |
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the | |
Thing that's comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make | |
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow | |
Me don't follow me don't follow me don't follow me |
zuo qu : Wagner | |
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and | |
Things to come | |
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into | |
the funnel of my arms | |
And as always they' re not strong And as always you | |
Do believe and as always I' m very wrong about the cut | |
Above the bleed | |
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah | |
She' d be inside you shed away a shadow as we go | |
And you know, it' s not bad and I' m so into the blue And | |
It' s so, like goofy said I just fly above the few | |
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to | |
The ground, you' re falling | |
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by | |
The dirty window | |
Coda | |
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the | |
Thing that' s comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make | |
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow | |
Me don' t follow me don' t follow me don' t follow me |
zuò qǔ : Wagner | |
The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and | |
Things to come | |
When this day is done you will collapse collapse into | |
the funnel of my arms | |
And as always they' re not strong And as always you | |
Do believe and as always I' m very wrong about the cut | |
Above the bleed | |
April she finds the sugar time and so slow, syrupy yeah | |
She' d be inside you shed away a shadow as we go | |
And you know, it' s not bad and I' m so into the blue And | |
It' s so, like goofy said I just fly above the few | |
The last thing we do turn our heads around, closer to | |
The ground, you' re falling | |
You and your masculine you forever benched sitting by | |
The dirty window | |
Coda | |
Though this seems to be a drag you skirt around the | |
Thing that' s comfortable purple peppers dirty rags make | |
Your life albeit more portable to turn around to follow | |
Me don' t follow me don' t follow me don' t follow me |