Reckoning Lyrics
| Song | Reckoning |
| Artist | Tim Baker |
| Album | The Sidedoor Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim Baker | |
| 作曲 : Tim Baker | |
| the storm sits above the house | |
| that’s why i'm out | |
| to feel the heat of the weekend | |
| dry my hands on the poison pipes | |
| then weave home through lightning | |
| long hands through the reckoning clouds | |
| reaching down | |
| oh and when i die | |
| will i have to watch my life? | |
| make the same mistakes | |
| act the same drunk disgrace | |
| i would like to see it backwards | |
| slip back to that happy kid | |
| all the crap i collected | |
| put it back into the weary earth | |
| every anger melting | |
| every scar back to perfect skin | |
| see the bombs ascend | |
| see young johnny come home | |
| no messy dreams, no methadone | |
| oh to hear the speeches fail! | |
| the hatred slowly going pale | |
| oh to feel it empty out | |
| every crooked truth and crippling doubt | |
| to watch my body curl | |
| into the promise of a swollen girl | |
| and then i'm a gasp of love | |
| and they're young and fun and innocent |
| zuo ci : Tim Baker | |
| zuo qu : Tim Baker | |
| the storm sits above the house | |
| that' s why i' m out | |
| to feel the heat of the weekend | |
| dry my hands on the poison pipes | |
| then weave home through lightning | |
| long hands through the reckoning clouds | |
| reaching down | |
| oh and when i die | |
| will i have to watch my life? | |
| make the same mistakes | |
| act the same drunk disgrace | |
| i would like to see it backwards | |
| slip back to that happy kid | |
| all the crap i collected | |
| put it back into the weary earth | |
| every anger melting | |
| every scar back to perfect skin | |
| see the bombs ascend | |
| see young johnny come home | |
| no messy dreams, no methadone | |
| oh to hear the speeches fail! | |
| the hatred slowly going pale | |
| oh to feel it empty out | |
| every crooked truth and crippling doubt | |
| to watch my body curl | |
| into the promise of a swollen girl | |
| and then i' m a gasp of love | |
| and they' re young and fun and innocent |
| zuò cí : Tim Baker | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Baker | |
| the storm sits above the house | |
| that' s why i' m out | |
| to feel the heat of the weekend | |
| dry my hands on the poison pipes | |
| then weave home through lightning | |
| long hands through the reckoning clouds | |
| reaching down | |
| oh and when i die | |
| will i have to watch my life? | |
| make the same mistakes | |
| act the same drunk disgrace | |
| i would like to see it backwards | |
| slip back to that happy kid | |
| all the crap i collected | |
| put it back into the weary earth | |
| every anger melting | |
| every scar back to perfect skin | |
| see the bombs ascend | |
| see young johnny come home | |
| no messy dreams, no methadone | |
| oh to hear the speeches fail! | |
| the hatred slowly going pale | |
| oh to feel it empty out | |
| every crooked truth and crippling doubt | |
| to watch my body curl | |
| into the promise of a swollen girl | |
| and then i' m a gasp of love | |
| and they' re young and fun and innocent |
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