Song | Meter, Pale, Tone |
Artist | Mount Kimbie |
Artist | King Krule |
Album | Cold Spring Fault Less Youth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:01.006] | How can you see me bare |
[00:03.431] | In the dead of night |
[00:05.142] | In a cooling light |
[00:08.510] | It’s not a painful sight |
[00:11.039] | See, girl, I couldn’t see your eyes |
[00:15.425] | They were coded not devoted to no one |
[00:19.667] | At least no souls from beneath the sun |
[00:22.870] | See me, I don’t exist, you’ve won |
[00:25.667] | See me, I don’t exist, what’s done is done |
[00:29.714] | Now if I see you there |
[00:32.603] | On the other side |
[00:34.473] | Tell me, girl, has it just arrived |
[00:37.439] | You saw two brains claim to coincide |
[00:40.974] | If one ? should die |
[00:45.799] | No one could understand |
[00:47.651] | If this depletes a man |
[00:49.159] | To see through the cracks that brand |
[00:52.584] | I'll set this weak bridge on fire |
[00:56.300] | So you can piece together to admire |
[00:59.920] | The infrastructure, the plunder |
[01:02.995] | Deep beneath the mood |
[01:04.116] | Now she lays here to resume |
[01:06.911] | The days are spent in gloom |
[01:10.696] | Left solely to consume |
[01:14.220] | The infrastructure that stopped her |
[01:17.788] | Deep beneath the ground |
[01:18.968] | Now let this peaceful drown |
[01:21.128] | This thinly woven crown |
[01:25.287] | Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds |
[01:29.258] | This tone, this tone is still alone |
[01:33.358] | It roams the land |
[01:35.226] | To face the hands |
[01:37.088] | That stroke and stretch |
[01:38.972] | Our hope is bland |
[01:40.825] | You? |
[01:45.808] | This stone of sand |
[01:49.507] | ? |
[01:52.805] | An open curse in my hand |
[01:56.295] | Smoking blunts in the stands |
[01:59.429] | ...on the edge |
[02:02.930] | But do you pledge? |
[02:06.185] | What's in store? |
[02:09.838] | The exposure of the core? |
[02:13.659] | I start to saw |
[02:16.956] | And sweep beneath the boon |
[02:18.059] | Now day's are spent in gloom |
[02:20.124] | Who you? |
[02:20.965] | My mother, I love her |
[02:22.823] | I'm not connected to |
[02:24.180] | This guy anymore |
[02:26.695] | The sky and floor |
[02:28.220] | And he could impact these facts |
[02:31.099] | But they're not quite exact |
[02:34.325] | As they're laid bare |
[02:35.682] | If that was my stare |
[02:37.420] | It was the face of cement looking wet |
[02:41.867] | The discontent has never meant anything |
[02:46.747] | But this intent was menacing |
[02:49.579] | The scent of adrenaline |
[02:52.680] | Spark creditors and terrain |
[02:57.187] | My bones, these wounds they roam |
[03:01.828] | These rules the road |
[03:05.411] | I hope this road |
[03:08.592] | I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go |
[00:01.006] | How can you see me bare |
[00:03.431] | In the dead of night |
[00:05.142] | In a cooling light |
[00:08.510] | It' s not a painful sight |
[00:11.039] | See, girl, I couldn' t see your eyes |
[00:15.425] | They were coded not devoted to no one |
[00:19.667] | At least no souls from beneath the sun |
[00:22.870] | See me, I don' t exist, you' ve won |
[00:25.667] | See me, I don' t exist, what' s done is done |
[00:29.714] | Now if I see you there |
[00:32.603] | On the other side |
[00:34.473] | Tell me, girl, has it just arrived |
[00:37.439] | You saw two brains claim to coincide |
[00:40.974] | If one ? should die |
[00:45.799] | No one could understand |
[00:47.651] | If this depletes a man |
[00:49.159] | To see through the cracks that brand |
[00:52.584] | I' ll set this weak bridge on fire |
[00:56.300] | So you can piece together to admire |
[00:59.920] | The infrastructure, the plunder |
[01:02.995] | Deep beneath the mood |
[01:04.116] | Now she lays here to resume |
[01:06.911] | The days are spent in gloom |
[01:10.696] | Left solely to consume |
[01:14.220] | The infrastructure that stopped her |
[01:17.788] | Deep beneath the ground |
[01:18.968] | Now let this peaceful drown |
[01:21.128] | This thinly woven crown |
[01:25.287] | Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds |
[01:29.258] | This tone, this tone is still alone |
[01:33.358] | It roams the land |
[01:35.226] | To face the hands |
[01:37.088] | That stroke and stretch |
[01:38.972] | Our hope is bland |
[01:40.825] | You? |
[01:45.808] | This stone of sand |
[01:49.507] | ? |
[01:52.805] | An open curse in my hand |
[01:56.295] | Smoking blunts in the stands |
[01:59.429] | ... on the edge |
[02:02.930] | But do you pledge? |
[02:06.185] | What' s in store? |
[02:09.838] | The exposure of the core? |
[02:13.659] | I start to saw |
[02:16.956] | And sweep beneath the boon |
[02:18.059] | Now day' s are spent in gloom |
[02:20.124] | Who you? |
[02:20.965] | My mother, I love her |
[02:22.823] | I' m not connected to |
[02:24.180] | This guy anymore |
[02:26.695] | The sky and floor |
[02:28.220] | And he could impact these facts |
[02:31.099] | But they' re not quite exact |
[02:34.325] | As they' re laid bare |
[02:35.682] | If that was my stare |
[02:37.420] | It was the face of cement looking wet |
[02:41.867] | The discontent has never meant anything |
[02:46.747] | But this intent was menacing |
[02:49.579] | The scent of adrenaline |
[02:52.680] | Spark creditors and terrain |
[02:57.187] | My bones, these wounds they roam |
[03:01.828] | These rules the road |
[03:05.411] | I hope this road |
[03:08.592] | I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go |
[00:01.006] | How can you see me bare |
[00:03.431] | In the dead of night |
[00:05.142] | In a cooling light |
[00:08.510] | It' s not a painful sight |
[00:11.039] | See, girl, I couldn' t see your eyes |
[00:15.425] | They were coded not devoted to no one |
[00:19.667] | At least no souls from beneath the sun |
[00:22.870] | See me, I don' t exist, you' ve won |
[00:25.667] | See me, I don' t exist, what' s done is done |
[00:29.714] | Now if I see you there |
[00:32.603] | On the other side |
[00:34.473] | Tell me, girl, has it just arrived |
[00:37.439] | You saw two brains claim to coincide |
[00:40.974] | If one ? should die |
[00:45.799] | No one could understand |
[00:47.651] | If this depletes a man |
[00:49.159] | To see through the cracks that brand |
[00:52.584] | I' ll set this weak bridge on fire |
[00:56.300] | So you can piece together to admire |
[00:59.920] | The infrastructure, the plunder |
[01:02.995] | Deep beneath the mood |
[01:04.116] | Now she lays here to resume |
[01:06.911] | The days are spent in gloom |
[01:10.696] | Left solely to consume |
[01:14.220] | The infrastructure that stopped her |
[01:17.788] | Deep beneath the ground |
[01:18.968] | Now let this peaceful drown |
[01:21.128] | This thinly woven crown |
[01:25.287] | Crack and tone were the loudest of sounds |
[01:29.258] | This tone, this tone is still alone |
[01:33.358] | It roams the land |
[01:35.226] | To face the hands |
[01:37.088] | That stroke and stretch |
[01:38.972] | Our hope is bland |
[01:40.825] | You? |
[01:45.808] | This stone of sand |
[01:49.507] | ? |
[01:52.805] | An open curse in my hand |
[01:56.295] | Smoking blunts in the stands |
[01:59.429] | ... on the edge |
[02:02.930] | But do you pledge? |
[02:06.185] | What' s in store? |
[02:09.838] | The exposure of the core? |
[02:13.659] | I start to saw |
[02:16.956] | And sweep beneath the boon |
[02:18.059] | Now day' s are spent in gloom |
[02:20.124] | Who you? |
[02:20.965] | My mother, I love her |
[02:22.823] | I' m not connected to |
[02:24.180] | This guy anymore |
[02:26.695] | The sky and floor |
[02:28.220] | And he could impact these facts |
[02:31.099] | But they' re not quite exact |
[02:34.325] | As they' re laid bare |
[02:35.682] | If that was my stare |
[02:37.420] | It was the face of cement looking wet |
[02:41.867] | The discontent has never meant anything |
[02:46.747] | But this intent was menacing |
[02:49.579] | The scent of adrenaline |
[02:52.680] | Spark creditors and terrain |
[02:57.187] | My bones, these wounds they roam |
[03:01.828] | These rules the road |
[03:05.411] | I hope this road |
[03:08.592] | I hope this road takes me as far from here as I can go |