Song | Breathe On It |
Artist | The Hidden Cameras |
Album | The Smell Of Our Own |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gibb | |
Breathe on it | |
God comes from the light of fire | |
When I get a hold of it | |
I can breathe alright | |
Breathe on it | |
His words do calm my mind | |
I lose my whole honor | |
So I can breathe on fire | |
I may be damaged by the rod | |
And damned in the light | |
Sit with all the wicked | |
Untamed by holy rites | |
The gasp for air is ashes | |
But we're breathing for life | |
Being best friends with all the witches | |
And slaves to our skinny thighs | |
Breathe on it | |
God breathes a mighty storm | |
I can teach a whole wet army | |
To breathe on fire | |
And when I breathe on it | |
I feel washed and alive | |
The smell of soot is honor | |
As I breathe on fire | |
In the bowels of hell | |
We will be known for our tongues | |
Set apart from all the wicked | |
Under his coat, on our own | |
We may feel gifted as we blow | |
Producing flames every night | |
Feeling warm under the covers | |
Is the air for our lungs | |
As I breathe on it | |
I know I've caught the bug | |
God teaches whole armies | |
To breathe on fire | |
And as I breathe on it | |
I know I've caught the bug | |
I can teach a whole army | |
To breathe alright |
zuo qu : Gibb | |
Breathe on it | |
God comes from the light of fire | |
When I get a hold of it | |
I can breathe alright | |
Breathe on it | |
His words do calm my mind | |
I lose my whole honor | |
So I can breathe on fire | |
I may be damaged by the rod | |
And damned in the light | |
Sit with all the wicked | |
Untamed by holy rites | |
The gasp for air is ashes | |
But we' re breathing for life | |
Being best friends with all the witches | |
And slaves to our skinny thighs | |
Breathe on it | |
God breathes a mighty storm | |
I can teach a whole wet army | |
To breathe on fire | |
And when I breathe on it | |
I feel washed and alive | |
The smell of soot is honor | |
As I breathe on fire | |
In the bowels of hell | |
We will be known for our tongues | |
Set apart from all the wicked | |
Under his coat, on our own | |
We may feel gifted as we blow | |
Producing flames every night | |
Feeling warm under the covers | |
Is the air for our lungs | |
As I breathe on it | |
I know I' ve caught the bug | |
God teaches whole armies | |
To breathe on fire | |
And as I breathe on it | |
I know I' ve caught the bug | |
I can teach a whole army | |
To breathe alright |
zuò qǔ : Gibb | |
Breathe on it | |
God comes from the light of fire | |
When I get a hold of it | |
I can breathe alright | |
Breathe on it | |
His words do calm my mind | |
I lose my whole honor | |
So I can breathe on fire | |
I may be damaged by the rod | |
And damned in the light | |
Sit with all the wicked | |
Untamed by holy rites | |
The gasp for air is ashes | |
But we' re breathing for life | |
Being best friends with all the witches | |
And slaves to our skinny thighs | |
Breathe on it | |
God breathes a mighty storm | |
I can teach a whole wet army | |
To breathe on fire | |
And when I breathe on it | |
I feel washed and alive | |
The smell of soot is honor | |
As I breathe on fire | |
In the bowels of hell | |
We will be known for our tongues | |
Set apart from all the wicked | |
Under his coat, on our own | |
We may feel gifted as we blow | |
Producing flames every night | |
Feeling warm under the covers | |
Is the air for our lungs | |
As I breathe on it | |
I know I' ve caught the bug | |
God teaches whole armies | |
To breathe on fire | |
And as I breathe on it | |
I know I' ve caught the bug | |
I can teach a whole army | |
To breathe alright |