Song | Bleed A River Deep |
Artist | Ed Harcourt |
Album | From Every Sphere |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harcourt | |
When the clock strikes dead on midnight | |
Books fly through the hall | |
All the lampshades turn and rotate | |
She walks through the wall | |
With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky | |
Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born | |
But i never know why | |
I see my body float like leaves | |
Every day I want to breathe | |
Rap my knuckles till they bleed | |
A river deep | |
If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours | |
And scratch your back for free | |
But it's been written, these nails are bitten | |
I know what I could be. | |
I see my body float like leaves | |
Every day I want to breathe | |
Rap my knuckles till they bleed | |
A River Deep |
zuo qu : Harcourt | |
When the clock strikes dead on midnight | |
Books fly through the hall | |
All the lampshades turn and rotate | |
She walks through the wall | |
With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky | |
Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born | |
But i never know why | |
I see my body float like leaves | |
Every day I want to breathe | |
Rap my knuckles till they bleed | |
A river deep | |
If I had sharp claws I' d get on all fours | |
And scratch your back for free | |
But it' s been written, these nails are bitten | |
I know what I could be. | |
I see my body float like leaves | |
Every day I want to breathe | |
Rap my knuckles till they bleed | |
A River Deep |
zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
When the clock strikes dead on midnight | |
Books fly through the hall | |
All the lampshades turn and rotate | |
She walks through the wall | |
With hands in pockets, I search for rockets that might light up the sky | |
Have become more withdrawn, since I was first born | |
But i never know why | |
I see my body float like leaves | |
Every day I want to breathe | |
Rap my knuckles till they bleed | |
A river deep | |
If I had sharp claws I' d get on all fours | |
And scratch your back for free | |
But it' s been written, these nails are bitten | |
I know what I could be. | |
I see my body float like leaves | |
Every day I want to breathe | |
Rap my knuckles till they bleed | |
A River Deep |