Song | Swim Back To Me |
Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
Album | Butch |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bozulich, Fitzgerald | |
Won't you look inside and see | |
What's inside a girl like me? | |
Rivers of blood pour from my eyes, | |
Your careless heart I do despise. | |
Sailing in a dunce cap revelry, | |
Good morning on the bright blue sea. | |
Check out all the peaches waving from the shore. | |
Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore. | |
Forget me so fine, but don't forget how willing was I. | |
Swim back to me. | |
Your sunken pearls adorn the depths | |
Where your body rests | |
Within the hands of fish and sand. | |
Looking down I see your face | |
Reflected in the waves, | |
Touched upon by the rippling grace | |
Of a watery grave. | |
Your hand holds up a pretty shell. | |
I'm ringing like a fire bell. | |
Swim back to me. |
zuo qu : Bozulich, Fitzgerald | |
Won' t you look inside and see | |
What' s inside a girl like me? | |
Rivers of blood pour from my eyes, | |
Your careless heart I do despise. | |
Sailing in a dunce cap revelry, | |
Good morning on the bright blue sea. | |
Check out all the peaches waving from the shore. | |
Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore. | |
Forget me so fine, but don' t forget how willing was I. | |
Swim back to me. | |
Your sunken pearls adorn the depths | |
Where your body rests | |
Within the hands of fish and sand. | |
Looking down I see your face | |
Reflected in the waves, | |
Touched upon by the rippling grace | |
Of a watery grave. | |
Your hand holds up a pretty shell. | |
I' m ringing like a fire bell. | |
Swim back to me. |
zuò qǔ : Bozulich, Fitzgerald | |
Won' t you look inside and see | |
What' s inside a girl like me? | |
Rivers of blood pour from my eyes, | |
Your careless heart I do despise. | |
Sailing in a dunce cap revelry, | |
Good morning on the bright blue sea. | |
Check out all the peaches waving from the shore. | |
Another taste of honey to kill or to ignore. | |
Forget me so fine, but don' t forget how willing was I. | |
Swim back to me. | |
Your sunken pearls adorn the depths | |
Where your body rests | |
Within the hands of fish and sand. | |
Looking down I see your face | |
Reflected in the waves, | |
Touched upon by the rippling grace | |
Of a watery grave. | |
Your hand holds up a pretty shell. | |
I' m ringing like a fire bell. | |
Swim back to me. |