Song | Lines & Circles |
Artist | Screaming Trees |
Album | Invisible Lantern |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Screaming Trees | |
Crystal faces on a windowsill | |
I can hear them whisper slowly | |
Like the chill wind | |
That moves around this room i'm in | |
They're going places i've never been | |
Saying words i've never said | |
Thoughts of logic at once stopped dead | |
Moving up all around my head | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
Hey mister sun outside my doorway | |
Is a revelation, a revolution | |
I know i would, i've seen it's real | |
I know i can set your mind free | |
There's a wide open top to your flower | |
Every hour growing dead | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
Crystal evenings cracked just like the smile i knew | |
We're going nowhere so much faster | |
I can't try to make it stop, yeah | |
I know there's truth that lies beyond | |
This world that you perceive | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
It's forming | |
In a shapeless world i've formed a change |
zuo ci : Screaming Trees | |
Crystal faces on a windowsill | |
I can hear them whisper slowly | |
Like the chill wind | |
That moves around this room i' m in | |
They' re going places i' ve never been | |
Saying words i' ve never said | |
Thoughts of logic at once stopped dead | |
Moving up all around my head | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
Hey mister sun outside my doorway | |
Is a revelation, a revolution | |
I know i would, i' ve seen it' s real | |
I know i can set your mind free | |
There' s a wide open top to your flower | |
Every hour growing dead | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
Crystal evenings cracked just like the smile i knew | |
We' re going nowhere so much faster | |
I can' t try to make it stop, yeah | |
I know there' s truth that lies beyond | |
This world that you perceive | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
It' s forming | |
In a shapeless world i' ve formed a change |
zuò cí : Screaming Trees | |
Crystal faces on a windowsill | |
I can hear them whisper slowly | |
Like the chill wind | |
That moves around this room i' m in | |
They' re going places i' ve never been | |
Saying words i' ve never said | |
Thoughts of logic at once stopped dead | |
Moving up all around my head | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
Hey mister sun outside my doorway | |
Is a revelation, a revolution | |
I know i would, i' ve seen it' s real | |
I know i can set your mind free | |
There' s a wide open top to your flower | |
Every hour growing dead | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
Crystal evenings cracked just like the smile i knew | |
We' re going nowhere so much faster | |
I can' t try to make it stop, yeah | |
I know there' s truth that lies beyond | |
This world that you perceive | |
Lines are forming, circling round my eyes | |
Turning round, voice would never die | |
It' s forming | |
In a shapeless world i' ve formed a change |