Song | Salvage a Smile |
Artist | Laura Veirs |
Album | Carbon Glacier |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Veirs | |
Dead eye from the wood of life | |
Hold the ropes and the rigging lines | |
Red-eye a.m. | |
Here i lie | |
Shipwreck passing underneath | |
What of the sailor and her spinning wheel? | |
What was she thinking being | |
Swallowed by the water whole? | |
Red on the left, green on the right | |
You can see me coming in the morning light | |
Brass and glass and rusted iron | |
Sextant here for the heavenly bodies | |
Compass here but the needle’s shot | |
Magnetic deviation screws me up | |
Break the glass from your hanging lanterns | |
Break the sea with your blackened anchors | |
And you might end up a floating junk pile | |
But you can always scramble to salvage a smile |
zuo ci : Veirs | |
Dead eye from the wood of life | |
Hold the ropes and the rigging lines | |
Redeye a. m. | |
Here i lie | |
Shipwreck passing underneath | |
What of the sailor and her spinning wheel? | |
What was she thinking being | |
Swallowed by the water whole? | |
Red on the left, green on the right | |
You can see me coming in the morning light | |
Brass and glass and rusted iron | |
Sextant here for the heavenly bodies | |
Compass here but the needle' s shot | |
Magnetic deviation screws me up | |
Break the glass from your hanging lanterns | |
Break the sea with your blackened anchors | |
And you might end up a floating junk pile | |
But you can always scramble to salvage a smile |
zuò cí : Veirs | |
Dead eye from the wood of life | |
Hold the ropes and the rigging lines | |
Redeye a. m. | |
Here i lie | |
Shipwreck passing underneath | |
What of the sailor and her spinning wheel? | |
What was she thinking being | |
Swallowed by the water whole? | |
Red on the left, green on the right | |
You can see me coming in the morning light | |
Brass and glass and rusted iron | |
Sextant here for the heavenly bodies | |
Compass here but the needle' s shot | |
Magnetic deviation screws me up | |
Break the glass from your hanging lanterns | |
Break the sea with your blackened anchors | |
And you might end up a floating junk pile | |
But you can always scramble to salvage a smile |