作曲 : Herod | |
There she goes | |
As white as snow | |
Off into the forest | |
Where the allies glow | |
And love will sway | |
In story space | |
Try to think of nothing | |
Or you'll leave some kind of trace | |
She's got a telepathic after taste | |
She is a rabbit but she's got your face | |
She must have fallen from an apple tree | |
AND THAT TERRIFIES ME! | |
When she sings | |
The song of spring | |
Lightning in the heavens | |
Is a trumpet hawkining around | |
My bloom of paste | |
Singing this song | |
Into a stolen lipstick case | |
She's got a telepathic case | |
She is your sister but she's got your face | |
And dirty fingers crawling from the grave | |
And I'm now terribly sick (?) | |
And I'm now terribly sick! (?) | |
That is flood | |
With flower blood | |
Covering up the creatures | |
of the forest up with mud | |
I swear | |
Believe this place | |
never to return | |
Or ever think about this face | |
She's got a telepathic after taste | |
She is your sister but she's got your face | |
I am a malfunctioning enjoy | |
You said search and destroy | |
You said search and destroy... |
zuo qu : Herod | |
There she goes | |
As white as snow | |
Off into the forest | |
Where the allies glow | |
And love will sway | |
In story space | |
Try to think of nothing | |
Or you' ll leave some kind of trace | |
She' s got a telepathic after taste | |
She is a rabbit but she' s got your face | |
She must have fallen from an apple tree | |
AND THAT TERRIFIES ME! | |
When she sings | |
The song of spring | |
Lightning in the heavens | |
Is a trumpet hawkining around | |
My bloom of paste | |
Singing this song | |
Into a stolen lipstick case | |
She' s got a telepathic case | |
She is your sister but she' s got your face | |
And dirty fingers crawling from the grave | |
And I' m now terribly sick ? | |
And I' m now terribly sick! ? | |
That is flood | |
With flower blood | |
Covering up the creatures | |
of the forest up with mud | |
I swear | |
Believe this place | |
never to return | |
Or ever think about this face | |
She' s got a telepathic after taste | |
She is your sister but she' s got your face | |
I am a malfunctioning enjoy | |
You said search and destroy | |
You said search and destroy... |
zuò qǔ : Herod | |
There she goes | |
As white as snow | |
Off into the forest | |
Where the allies glow | |
And love will sway | |
In story space | |
Try to think of nothing | |
Or you' ll leave some kind of trace | |
She' s got a telepathic after taste | |
She is a rabbit but she' s got your face | |
She must have fallen from an apple tree | |
AND THAT TERRIFIES ME! | |
When she sings | |
The song of spring | |
Lightning in the heavens | |
Is a trumpet hawkining around | |
My bloom of paste | |
Singing this song | |
Into a stolen lipstick case | |
She' s got a telepathic case | |
She is your sister but she' s got your face | |
And dirty fingers crawling from the grave | |
And I' m now terribly sick ? | |
And I' m now terribly sick! ? | |
That is flood | |
With flower blood | |
Covering up the creatures | |
of the forest up with mud | |
I swear | |
Believe this place | |
never to return | |
Or ever think about this face | |
She' s got a telepathic after taste | |
She is your sister but she' s got your face | |
I am a malfunctioning enjoy | |
You said search and destroy | |
You said search and destroy... |