TTIW Lyrics
| Song | TTIW |
| Artist | Ed Scissor |
| Artist | Lamplighter |
| Album | Tell Them It's Winter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Hawkins | |
| 作曲 : Robin Legge | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Don't let the heatwave cloud your thoughts | |
| Tell them it's winter, make it real | |
| Winter shades of pale grey, ebb away the ever-dumbing lunar rays | |
| As centigrades dip past freezing | |
| Chaos on the grid patterns, gristle in your jugular mainline | |
| The sprawling apparatus pumping blood in a fake life | |
| Of comfort and good will, life at a standstill | |
| Come for the fossil fuels, back to the wood mill | |
| I saw the colours seep out of your plum cheeks, crimson | |
| Eyes sallow, eyes sunk, hands full | |
| The litres of blood cup the diminishing life source | |
| Dripping on the snow covered tracks that the car made | |
| Cover the sun spots with tarpaulin shacks on the tundra | |
| Lost in the voice tone | |
| Bodies in the copper like falsified prophets in a full star | |
| Flare popping blanks at the last man standing in the whiteness | |
| One man prophet at the glacier | |
| Solace in the flames erupt, the hope lost globally | |
| Two dull gem stones staring at the constellations clashing in the night sky | |
| Eruptions in the galaxy, the galaxy burns | |
| Deeper than the fear mongers fathomed or learned | |
| A word for word, note for note | |
| Nostradamus diary entry, the factories churned | |
| Conveyor belts lash out the work | |
| [Chorus] | |
| God dropped man on a planet on his lonesome | |
| He saw the light in the luminous sky | |
| Grow great then fade quick, sparks on a cinder | |
| Dark on a vista, tell them it's winter | |
| First stop snowfall, second stop ice forms | |
| Third stop winter, last stop misery | |
| First drops landed, second drops froze | |
| On the third moon cycle with a last lost luminary | |
| X2 | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Roadkill suppers on another bleak evening | |
| Snowfall covers every isotope breathing | |
| Tell them it's winter, tell them it's freezing | |
| Tear them apart limb for limb from the feasting | |
| Rapturous episodes tilter the axis | |
| Bandage the steel toe, capture the stalker | |
| Stack up the tyres, watch them squeal in the night | |
| The fumes grow blonde, the vessels wade in the water | |
| He felt life in the depth of his ballsacks | |
| Strides of a madman searching for life forms, lustful | |
| Signs of a life source scratched in the tracks | |
| Pebbled dashed, pepper zigzags panicking | |
| But nothing, end at the start point | |
| Stars in a dark sky laugh as the planet glows dayglow | |
| Single link missing in a withering blood chain | |
| Winter on the glacial mud plains | |
| Missed the last man walking cross the ice cold plains | |
| In the hope that the sun might bless his face | |
| But the white hour stayed strong | |
| He couldn't see his hand outstretched an arms length away | |
| Just shy of his nose, frostbitten and bleeding | |
| White wing cascade so bitter this evening | |
| Dark day after dark day in this dark place | |
| Darkness breeds in this bed made of treason | |
| [Chorus] | |
| God dropped man on a planet on his lonesome | |
| He saw the light in the luminous sky | |
| Grow great then fade quick, sparks on a cinder | |
| Dark on a vista, tell them it's winter | |
| First stop snowfall, second stop ice forms | |
| Third stop winter, last stop misery | |
| First drops landed, second drops froze | |
| On the third moon cycle with a last lost luminary | |
| X2 |
| zuo ci : Thomas Hawkins | |
| zuo qu : Robin Legge | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Don' t let the heatwave cloud your thoughts | |
| Tell them it' s winter, make it real | |
| Winter shades of pale grey, ebb away the everdumbing lunar rays | |
| As centigrades dip past freezing | |
| Chaos on the grid patterns, gristle in your jugular mainline | |
| The sprawling apparatus pumping blood in a fake life | |
| Of comfort and good will, life at a standstill | |
| Come for the fossil fuels, back to the wood mill | |
| I saw the colours seep out of your plum cheeks, crimson | |
| Eyes sallow, eyes sunk, hands full | |
| The litres of blood cup the diminishing life source | |
| Dripping on the snow covered tracks that the car made | |
| Cover the sun spots with tarpaulin shacks on the tundra | |
| Lost in the voice tone | |
| Bodies in the copper like falsified prophets in a full star | |
| Flare popping blanks at the last man standing in the whiteness | |
| One man prophet at the glacier | |
| Solace in the flames erupt, the hope lost globally | |
| Two dull gem stones staring at the constellations clashing in the night sky | |
| Eruptions in the galaxy, the galaxy burns | |
| Deeper than the fear mongers fathomed or learned | |
| A word for word, note for note | |
| Nostradamus diary entry, the factories churned | |
| Conveyor belts lash out the work | |
| Chorus | |
| God dropped man on a planet on his lonesome | |
| He saw the light in the luminous sky | |
| Grow great then fade quick, sparks on a cinder | |
| Dark on a vista, tell them it' s winter | |
| First stop snowfall, second stop ice forms | |
| Third stop winter, last stop misery | |
| First drops landed, second drops froze | |
| On the third moon cycle with a last lost luminary | |
| X2 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Roadkill suppers on another bleak evening | |
| Snowfall covers every isotope breathing | |
| Tell them it' s winter, tell them it' s freezing | |
| Tear them apart limb for limb from the feasting | |
| Rapturous episodes tilter the axis | |
| Bandage the steel toe, capture the stalker | |
| Stack up the tyres, watch them squeal in the night | |
| The fumes grow blonde, the vessels wade in the water | |
| He felt life in the depth of his ballsacks | |
| Strides of a madman searching for life forms, lustful | |
| Signs of a life source scratched in the tracks | |
| Pebbled dashed, pepper zigzags panicking | |
| But nothing, end at the start point | |
| Stars in a dark sky laugh as the planet glows dayglow | |
| Single link missing in a withering blood chain | |
| Winter on the glacial mud plains | |
| Missed the last man walking cross the ice cold plains | |
| In the hope that the sun might bless his face | |
| But the white hour stayed strong | |
| He couldn' t see his hand outstretched an arms length away | |
| Just shy of his nose, frostbitten and bleeding | |
| White wing cascade so bitter this evening | |
| Dark day after dark day in this dark place | |
| Darkness breeds in this bed made of treason | |
| Chorus | |
| God dropped man on a planet on his lonesome | |
| He saw the light in the luminous sky | |
| Grow great then fade quick, sparks on a cinder | |
| Dark on a vista, tell them it' s winter | |
| First stop snowfall, second stop ice forms | |
| Third stop winter, last stop misery | |
| First drops landed, second drops froze | |
| On the third moon cycle with a last lost luminary | |
| X2 |
| zuò cí : Thomas Hawkins | |
| zuò qǔ : Robin Legge | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Don' t let the heatwave cloud your thoughts | |
| Tell them it' s winter, make it real | |
| Winter shades of pale grey, ebb away the everdumbing lunar rays | |
| As centigrades dip past freezing | |
| Chaos on the grid patterns, gristle in your jugular mainline | |
| The sprawling apparatus pumping blood in a fake life | |
| Of comfort and good will, life at a standstill | |
| Come for the fossil fuels, back to the wood mill | |
| I saw the colours seep out of your plum cheeks, crimson | |
| Eyes sallow, eyes sunk, hands full | |
| The litres of blood cup the diminishing life source | |
| Dripping on the snow covered tracks that the car made | |
| Cover the sun spots with tarpaulin shacks on the tundra | |
| Lost in the voice tone | |
| Bodies in the copper like falsified prophets in a full star | |
| Flare popping blanks at the last man standing in the whiteness | |
| One man prophet at the glacier | |
| Solace in the flames erupt, the hope lost globally | |
| Two dull gem stones staring at the constellations clashing in the night sky | |
| Eruptions in the galaxy, the galaxy burns | |
| Deeper than the fear mongers fathomed or learned | |
| A word for word, note for note | |
| Nostradamus diary entry, the factories churned | |
| Conveyor belts lash out the work | |
| Chorus | |
| God dropped man on a planet on his lonesome | |
| He saw the light in the luminous sky | |
| Grow great then fade quick, sparks on a cinder | |
| Dark on a vista, tell them it' s winter | |
| First stop snowfall, second stop ice forms | |
| Third stop winter, last stop misery | |
| First drops landed, second drops froze | |
| On the third moon cycle with a last lost luminary | |
| X2 | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Roadkill suppers on another bleak evening | |
| Snowfall covers every isotope breathing | |
| Tell them it' s winter, tell them it' s freezing | |
| Tear them apart limb for limb from the feasting | |
| Rapturous episodes tilter the axis | |
| Bandage the steel toe, capture the stalker | |
| Stack up the tyres, watch them squeal in the night | |
| The fumes grow blonde, the vessels wade in the water | |
| He felt life in the depth of his ballsacks | |
| Strides of a madman searching for life forms, lustful | |
| Signs of a life source scratched in the tracks | |
| Pebbled dashed, pepper zigzags panicking | |
| But nothing, end at the start point | |
| Stars in a dark sky laugh as the planet glows dayglow | |
| Single link missing in a withering blood chain | |
| Winter on the glacial mud plains | |
| Missed the last man walking cross the ice cold plains | |
| In the hope that the sun might bless his face | |
| But the white hour stayed strong | |
| He couldn' t see his hand outstretched an arms length away | |
| Just shy of his nose, frostbitten and bleeding | |
| White wing cascade so bitter this evening | |
| Dark day after dark day in this dark place | |
| Darkness breeds in this bed made of treason | |
| Chorus | |
| God dropped man on a planet on his lonesome | |
| He saw the light in the luminous sky | |
| Grow great then fade quick, sparks on a cinder | |
| Dark on a vista, tell them it' s winter | |
| First stop snowfall, second stop ice forms | |
| Third stop winter, last stop misery | |
| First drops landed, second drops froze | |
| On the third moon cycle with a last lost luminary | |
| X2 |
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