| Song | Saint Simon |
| Artist | The Shins |
| Album | Chutes Too Narrow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Mercer |
| [00:00.30] | 乐队:The Shins |
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| [00:00.56] | |
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| [00:01.71] | After all these implements and text designed by intellects |
| [00:07.30] | so vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides |
| [00:12.78] | And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines |
| [00:17.68] | their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine |
| [00:22.37] | |
| [00:23.16] | I'm trying hard not to pretend |
| [00:28.86] | allow myself no mock defense |
| [00:32.23] | As I step into the night |
| [00:34.14] | |
| [00:34.81] | Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out |
| [00:38.42] | The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives |
| [00:43.67] | The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me |
| [00:48.69] | I value them but I won't cry everytime one's wiped out |
| [00:53.63] | |
| [00:54.26] | I'm trying hard not to give in |
| [01:00.05] | Battened down to fair the wind |
| [01:05.34] | rid my head of this pretense |
| [01:10.32] | allow myself no mock defense |
| [01:14.00] | As I step into the night |
| [01:16.24] | |
| [01:37.38] | Mercy's eyes are blue |
| [01:41.65] | when she places them in front of you |
| [01:46.79] | nothing holds a roman candle to |
| [01:51.82] | the solemn warmth you feel inside |
| [01:55.27] | |
| [01:56.28] | |
| [02:01.18] | there's no measuring of |
| [02:03.85] | nothing else is love |
| [02:06.92] | |
| [02:27.76] | I'll try hard not to give in |
| [02:33.52] | Battened down to fare the wind |
| [02:38.81] | Rid my head of this pretense |
| [02:43.76] | Allow myself no mock defense |
| [02:47.26] | As I step into the night |
| [02:49.51] | |
| [03:21.80] | Mercy's eyes are blue |
| [03:25.57] | When she places them in front of you |
| [03:30.68] | nothing really holds a candle to |
| [03:35.67] | the solemn warmth you feel inside of you |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Mercer |
| [00:00.30] | yue dui: The Shins |
| [00:00.46] | |
| [00:00.56] | |
| [00:01.66] | |
| [00:01.71] | After all these implements and text designed by intellects |
| [00:07.30] | so vexed to find evidently there' s just so much that hides |
| [00:12.78] | And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines |
| [00:17.68] | their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine |
| [00:22.37] | |
| [00:23.16] | I' m trying hard not to pretend |
| [00:28.86] | allow myself no mock defense |
| [00:32.23] | As I step into the night |
| [00:34.14] | |
| [00:34.81] | Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out |
| [00:38.42] | The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives |
| [00:43.67] | The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me |
| [00:48.69] | I value them but I won' t cry everytime one' s wiped out |
| [00:53.63] | |
| [00:54.26] | I' m trying hard not to give in |
| [01:00.05] | Battened down to fair the wind |
| [01:05.34] | rid my head of this pretense |
| [01:10.32] | allow myself no mock defense |
| [01:14.00] | As I step into the night |
| [01:16.24] | |
| [01:37.38] | Mercy' s eyes are blue |
| [01:41.65] | when she places them in front of you |
| [01:46.79] | nothing holds a roman candle to |
| [01:51.82] | the solemn warmth you feel inside |
| [01:55.27] | |
| [01:56.28] | |
| [02:01.18] | there' s no measuring of |
| [02:03.85] | nothing else is love |
| [02:06.92] | |
| [02:27.76] | I' ll try hard not to give in |
| [02:33.52] | Battened down to fare the wind |
| [02:38.81] | Rid my head of this pretense |
| [02:43.76] | Allow myself no mock defense |
| [02:47.26] | As I step into the night |
| [02:49.51] | |
| [03:21.80] | Mercy' s eyes are blue |
| [03:25.57] | When she places them in front of you |
| [03:30.68] | nothing really holds a candle to |
| [03:35.67] | the solemn warmth you feel inside of you |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Mercer |
| [00:00.30] | yuè duì: The Shins |
| [00:00.46] | |
| [00:00.56] | |
| [00:01.66] | |
| [00:01.71] | After all these implements and text designed by intellects |
| [00:07.30] | so vexed to find evidently there' s just so much that hides |
| [00:12.78] | And though the saints DUB us divine in ancient FADING lines |
| [00:17.68] | their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine |
| [00:22.37] | |
| [00:23.16] | I' m trying hard not to pretend |
| [00:28.86] | allow myself no mock defense |
| [00:32.23] | As I step into the night |
| [00:34.14] | |
| [00:34.81] | Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out |
| [00:38.42] | The nursery rhymes that helped us out in making sense of our lives |
| [00:43.67] | The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me |
| [00:48.69] | I value them but I won' t cry everytime one' s wiped out |
| [00:53.63] | |
| [00:54.26] | I' m trying hard not to give in |
| [01:00.05] | Battened down to fair the wind |
| [01:05.34] | rid my head of this pretense |
| [01:10.32] | allow myself no mock defense |
| [01:14.00] | As I step into the night |
| [01:16.24] | |
| [01:37.38] | Mercy' s eyes are blue |
| [01:41.65] | when she places them in front of you |
| [01:46.79] | nothing holds a roman candle to |
| [01:51.82] | the solemn warmth you feel inside |
| [01:55.27] | |
| [01:56.28] | |
| [02:01.18] | there' s no measuring of |
| [02:03.85] | nothing else is love |
| [02:06.92] | |
| [02:27.76] | I' ll try hard not to give in |
| [02:33.52] | Battened down to fare the wind |
| [02:38.81] | Rid my head of this pretense |
| [02:43.76] | Allow myself no mock defense |
| [02:47.26] | As I step into the night |
| [02:49.51] | |
| [03:21.80] | Mercy' s eyes are blue |
| [03:25.57] | When she places them in front of you |
| [03:30.68] | nothing really holds a candle to |
| [03:35.67] | the solemn warmth you feel inside of you |