Song | Bleed A River Deep |
Artist | Ed Harcourt |
Album | From Every Sphere |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Ed Harcourt |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Ed Harcourt |
[00:06.74] | When the clock strikes dead on midnight |
[00:17.03] | Books fly through the hall |
[00:26.93] | All the lampshades turn and rotate |
[00:37.27] | She walks through the wall |
[01:31.39] | With hands in pockets I search for rockets |
[01:42.35] | That might light up the sky |
[01:52.91] | Have become more withdrawn since I was first born |
[02:04.19] | But I never know why |
[02:15.08] | I see my body float like leaves |
[02:26.23] | Every day I want to breathe |
[02:37.64] | Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed |
[02:48.53] | A river deep |
[02:59.59] | If I had sharp claws I'd get on all fours |
[03:10.55] | And scratch your back for free |
[03:21.48] | But it's been written, these nails are bitten |
[03:32.50] | I know what I could be |
[03:43.19] | I see my body float like leaves |
[03:54.93] | Every day I want to breathe |
[04:06.29] | Rap my knuckles 'til they bleed |
[04:18.57] | A river deep |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Ed Harcourt |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Ed Harcourt |
[00:06.74] | When the clock strikes dead on midnight |
[00:17.03] | Books fly through the hall |
[00:26.93] | All the lampshades turn and rotate |
[00:37.27] | She walks through the wall |
[01:31.39] | With hands in pockets I search for rockets |
[01:42.35] | That might light up the sky |
[01:52.91] | Have become more withdrawn since I was first born |
[02:04.19] | But I never know why |
[02:15.08] | I see my body float like leaves |
[02:26.23] | Every day I want to breathe |
[02:37.64] | Rap my knuckles ' til they bleed |
[02:48.53] | A river deep |
[02:59.59] | If I had sharp claws I' d get on all fours |
[03:10.55] | And scratch your back for free |
[03:21.48] | But it' s been written, these nails are bitten |
[03:32.50] | I know what I could be |
[03:43.19] | I see my body float like leaves |
[03:54.93] | Every day I want to breathe |
[04:06.29] | Rap my knuckles ' til they bleed |
[04:18.57] | A river deep |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Ed Harcourt |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Ed Harcourt |
[00:06.74] | When the clock strikes dead on midnight |
[00:17.03] | Books fly through the hall |
[00:26.93] | All the lampshades turn and rotate |
[00:37.27] | She walks through the wall |
[01:31.39] | With hands in pockets I search for rockets |
[01:42.35] | That might light up the sky |
[01:52.91] | Have become more withdrawn since I was first born |
[02:04.19] | But I never know why |
[02:15.08] | I see my body float like leaves |
[02:26.23] | Every day I want to breathe |
[02:37.64] | Rap my knuckles ' til they bleed |
[02:48.53] | A river deep |
[02:59.59] | If I had sharp claws I' d get on all fours |
[03:10.55] | And scratch your back for free |
[03:21.48] | But it' s been written, these nails are bitten |
[03:32.50] | I know what I could be |
[03:43.19] | I see my body float like leaves |
[03:54.93] | Every day I want to breathe |
[04:06.29] | Rap my knuckles ' til they bleed |
[04:18.57] | A river deep |