作曲 : Wrens | |
you got your mother call on the touch that you know so well | |
and it's in and old cure the palms that drip black honey | |
it's the steam that seeps from below | |
pull in the cords that froze over night | |
it's your gray complexion that I admire the most | |
in the aqua cement pit I placed the sugar on my tongue | |
so who will I call when I've decided to cease |
zuo qu : Wrens | |
you got your mother call on the touch that you know so well | |
and it' s in and old cure the palms that drip black honey | |
it' s the steam that seeps from below | |
pull in the cords that froze over night | |
it' s your gray complexion that I admire the most | |
in the aqua cement pit I placed the sugar on my tongue | |
so who will I call when I' ve decided to cease |
zuò qǔ : Wrens | |
you got your mother call on the touch that you know so well | |
and it' s in and old cure the palms that drip black honey | |
it' s the steam that seeps from below | |
pull in the cords that froze over night | |
it' s your gray complexion that I admire the most | |
in the aqua cement pit I placed the sugar on my tongue | |
so who will I call when I' ve decided to cease |