Song | Birds You Cannot See |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Twilight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brett Sparks/Rennie Sparks | |
There are birds in the darkness that douse electrical fires | |
Flaring up in nursing homes and the bedrooms of blind men | |
Birds you cannot see | |
There are birds in the darkness who nest in wooden crutches | |
Eye patches and bandages, broken spinal columns | |
And pots of winter plants | |
Birds you cannot see | |
Filling every tree | |
Falling out of closets | |
And perched on the hands of dying men | |
There are birds in the darkness who lead lost dogs off highways | |
Steer boats past icebergs, save children stuck in wells | |
Birds you cannot see | |
There are birds in the darkness seen by those with tumors | |
Circling common light bulbs with blue-feathered halos | |
And the sound of rain | |
Birds you cannot see | |
Filling every tree | |
Falling out of closets | |
And perched on the hands of dying men |
zuo qu : Brett Sparks Rennie Sparks | |
There are birds in the darkness that douse electrical fires | |
Flaring up in nursing homes and the bedrooms of blind men | |
Birds you cannot see | |
There are birds in the darkness who nest in wooden crutches | |
Eye patches and bandages, broken spinal columns | |
And pots of winter plants | |
Birds you cannot see | |
Filling every tree | |
Falling out of closets | |
And perched on the hands of dying men | |
There are birds in the darkness who lead lost dogs off highways | |
Steer boats past icebergs, save children stuck in wells | |
Birds you cannot see | |
There are birds in the darkness seen by those with tumors | |
Circling common light bulbs with bluefeathered halos | |
And the sound of rain | |
Birds you cannot see | |
Filling every tree | |
Falling out of closets | |
And perched on the hands of dying men |
zuò qǔ : Brett Sparks Rennie Sparks | |
There are birds in the darkness that douse electrical fires | |
Flaring up in nursing homes and the bedrooms of blind men | |
Birds you cannot see | |
There are birds in the darkness who nest in wooden crutches | |
Eye patches and bandages, broken spinal columns | |
And pots of winter plants | |
Birds you cannot see | |
Filling every tree | |
Falling out of closets | |
And perched on the hands of dying men | |
There are birds in the darkness who lead lost dogs off highways | |
Steer boats past icebergs, save children stuck in wells | |
Birds you cannot see | |
There are birds in the darkness seen by those with tumors | |
Circling common light bulbs with bluefeathered halos | |
And the sound of rain | |
Birds you cannot see | |
Filling every tree | |
Falling out of closets | |
And perched on the hands of dying men |