Song | Illuminated Red |
Artist | The Accidental |
Album | There Were Wolves |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cracknell, Genders | |
If I leave before the | |
Raven Just before the empire falls | |
We might find the occasion | |
To dance upon those city walls | |
Just imagine if each line you drew | |
Was directed by you | |
And imagine that each cup you filled | |
Was a moment meant for you | |
And illuminated red | |
And illuminated white instead | |
Like a red sock burning through my table | |
Lying in my bed | |
If I wake before they close up | |
Just before the washing's done | |
I can watch my warm socks spinning | |
And write a song to strike you dumb | |
Just imagine if each word | |
We said was collected in a bag | |
And imagine if your mouth on mine | |
Could bring all those atoms back | |
And imagine lions and geese in here | |
And imagine cars and trains | |
And imagine perfect sleep in here | |
From the tyre tracks in your brain | |
And illuminated red | |
And illuminated red instead | |
Like a white sun burning through my | |
TV Lying in my bed |
zuo qu : Cracknell, Genders | |
If I leave before the | |
Raven Just before the empire falls | |
We might find the occasion | |
To dance upon those city walls | |
Just imagine if each line you drew | |
Was directed by you | |
And imagine that each cup you filled | |
Was a moment meant for you | |
And illuminated red | |
And illuminated white instead | |
Like a red sock burning through my table | |
Lying in my bed | |
If I wake before they close up | |
Just before the washing' s done | |
I can watch my warm socks spinning | |
And write a song to strike you dumb | |
Just imagine if each word | |
We said was collected in a bag | |
And imagine if your mouth on mine | |
Could bring all those atoms back | |
And imagine lions and geese in here | |
And imagine cars and trains | |
And imagine perfect sleep in here | |
From the tyre tracks in your brain | |
And illuminated red | |
And illuminated red instead | |
Like a white sun burning through my | |
TV Lying in my bed |
zuò qǔ : Cracknell, Genders | |
If I leave before the | |
Raven Just before the empire falls | |
We might find the occasion | |
To dance upon those city walls | |
Just imagine if each line you drew | |
Was directed by you | |
And imagine that each cup you filled | |
Was a moment meant for you | |
And illuminated red | |
And illuminated white instead | |
Like a red sock burning through my table | |
Lying in my bed | |
If I wake before they close up | |
Just before the washing' s done | |
I can watch my warm socks spinning | |
And write a song to strike you dumb | |
Just imagine if each word | |
We said was collected in a bag | |
And imagine if your mouth on mine | |
Could bring all those atoms back | |
And imagine lions and geese in here | |
And imagine cars and trains | |
And imagine perfect sleep in here | |
From the tyre tracks in your brain | |
And illuminated red | |
And illuminated red instead | |
Like a white sun burning through my | |
TV Lying in my bed |