| Song | Washed Away |
| Artist | Emily Jane White |
| Album | Immanent Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Emily Jane White |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Emily Jane White |
| [00:19.09] | Modern industrial life |
| [00:22.86] | Takes your soul in its fangs |
| [00:26.60] | We might as well be all washed away |
| [00:37.34] | If I don’t hang on tight, if I let myself stray |
| [00:45.81] | I will lose my sight and I will be washed away |
| [00:52.23] | |
| [00:55.75] | And, oh, some days I walk my own |
| [01:02.51] | Oh, my own pace |
| [01:06.68] | It takes away the heartache |
| [01:20.55] | It seems no one has their own eyes |
| [01:24.16] | And we all speak from the cage |
| [01:28.22] | Are we living in fright |
| [01:33.00] | Consenting to be washed away |
| [01:35.80] | |
| [01:38.95] | I’ll lose my heart, my own eyes |
| [01:42.55] | I’ll lose the smell of the rain |
| [01:46.71] | As I walk, aimless in the night |
| [01:51.03] | I will be washed away |
| [01:56.29] | And, oh, some days I brush the palm |
| [02:04.51] | Oh, of my hand |
| [02:09.13] | Across the face of this forgotten land |
| [02:19.92] | |
| [02:22.58] | I left my print in the sand |
| [02:27.65] | Organic mark made |
| [02:30.80] | I got up and walked in the night |
| [02:34.24] | And I refused to be washed away |
| [02:40.57] | The burden of modern life |
| [02:44.78] | The heart it beats and it prays |
| [02:48.94] | Forever to walk in the night |
| [02:52.05] | And never be washed away |
| [02:55.80] | |
| [02:57.91] | And, oh, some days I walk my own |
| [03:06.15] | Oh, my own pace |
| [03:10.05] | It takes away the heartache |
| [03:24.32] | And oh some days, I brush the palm |
| [03:31.46] | Oh, of my hand |
| [03:35.51] | Across the face of this forgotten land |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Emily Jane White |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Emily Jane White |
| [00:19.09] | Modern industrial life |
| [00:22.86] | Takes your soul in its fangs |
| [00:26.60] | We might as well be all washed away |
| [00:37.34] | If I don' t hang on tight, if I let myself stray |
| [00:45.81] | I will lose my sight and I will be washed away |
| [00:52.23] | |
| [00:55.75] | And, oh, some days I walk my own |
| [01:02.51] | Oh, my own pace |
| [01:06.68] | It takes away the heartache |
| [01:20.55] | It seems no one has their own eyes |
| [01:24.16] | And we all speak from the cage |
| [01:28.22] | Are we living in fright |
| [01:33.00] | Consenting to be washed away |
| [01:35.80] | |
| [01:38.95] | I' ll lose my heart, my own eyes |
| [01:42.55] | I' ll lose the smell of the rain |
| [01:46.71] | As I walk, aimless in the night |
| [01:51.03] | I will be washed away |
| [01:56.29] | And, oh, some days I brush the palm |
| [02:04.51] | Oh, of my hand |
| [02:09.13] | Across the face of this forgotten land |
| [02:19.92] | |
| [02:22.58] | I left my print in the sand |
| [02:27.65] | Organic mark made |
| [02:30.80] | I got up and walked in the night |
| [02:34.24] | And I refused to be washed away |
| [02:40.57] | The burden of modern life |
| [02:44.78] | The heart it beats and it prays |
| [02:48.94] | Forever to walk in the night |
| [02:52.05] | And never be washed away |
| [02:55.80] | |
| [02:57.91] | And, oh, some days I walk my own |
| [03:06.15] | Oh, my own pace |
| [03:10.05] | It takes away the heartache |
| [03:24.32] | And oh some days, I brush the palm |
| [03:31.46] | Oh, of my hand |
| [03:35.51] | Across the face of this forgotten land |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Emily Jane White |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Emily Jane White |
| [00:19.09] | Modern industrial life |
| [00:22.86] | Takes your soul in its fangs |
| [00:26.60] | We might as well be all washed away |
| [00:37.34] | If I don' t hang on tight, if I let myself stray |
| [00:45.81] | I will lose my sight and I will be washed away |
| [00:52.23] | |
| [00:55.75] | And, oh, some days I walk my own |
| [01:02.51] | Oh, my own pace |
| [01:06.68] | It takes away the heartache |
| [01:20.55] | It seems no one has their own eyes |
| [01:24.16] | And we all speak from the cage |
| [01:28.22] | Are we living in fright |
| [01:33.00] | Consenting to be washed away |
| [01:35.80] | |
| [01:38.95] | I' ll lose my heart, my own eyes |
| [01:42.55] | I' ll lose the smell of the rain |
| [01:46.71] | As I walk, aimless in the night |
| [01:51.03] | I will be washed away |
| [01:56.29] | And, oh, some days I brush the palm |
| [02:04.51] | Oh, of my hand |
| [02:09.13] | Across the face of this forgotten land |
| [02:19.92] | |
| [02:22.58] | I left my print in the sand |
| [02:27.65] | Organic mark made |
| [02:30.80] | I got up and walked in the night |
| [02:34.24] | And I refused to be washed away |
| [02:40.57] | The burden of modern life |
| [02:44.78] | The heart it beats and it prays |
| [02:48.94] | Forever to walk in the night |
| [02:52.05] | And never be washed away |
| [02:55.80] | |
| [02:57.91] | And, oh, some days I walk my own |
| [03:06.15] | Oh, my own pace |
| [03:10.05] | It takes away the heartache |
| [03:24.32] | And oh some days, I brush the palm |
| [03:31.46] | Oh, of my hand |
| [03:35.51] | Across the face of this forgotten land |