Song | deck wine |
Artist | Marietta |
Album | summer death |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Benjamin Johnson |
[00:28.983] | Today broke my balance worse than before |
[00:37.786] | My guts are out, they're crawling on the floor |
[00:46.433] | Give them some help, they're tired and poor |
[00:58.031] | And I can't break whats more than habit, but second nature, it's not my outfit, but how I live |
[01:42.909] | These hospital rooms knew us better than we knew ourselves |
[01:52.104] | Summer death, some are dead. watching from the bookshelves |
[02:25.306] | The town faded when the smoke quit movin' |
[02:45.081] | Lonely shapes who needed more than big things |
[03:01.512] | It's autumn now so please forget me |
[03:12.823] | Let me explode, become minimal and disappear |
[03:25.544] | It got so pointless looking for family when no one's here |
[03:37.508] | There's nothing else left to believe |
[03:40.643] | Not even my TV screen |
[03:45.711] | You caught me alone, with tired homes, and withered |
[03:58.276] | Neighbors always getting younger |
[04:01.724] | Dying off, waiting for winter |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Benjamin Johnson |
[00:28.983] | Today broke my balance worse than before |
[00:37.786] | My guts are out, they' re crawling on the floor |
[00:46.433] | Give them some help, they' re tired and poor |
[00:58.031] | And I can' t break whats more than habit, but second nature, it' s not my outfit, but how I live |
[01:42.909] | These hospital rooms knew us better than we knew ourselves |
[01:52.104] | Summer death, some are dead. watching from the bookshelves |
[02:25.306] | The town faded when the smoke quit movin' |
[02:45.081] | Lonely shapes who needed more than big things |
[03:01.512] | It' s autumn now so please forget me |
[03:12.823] | Let me explode, become minimal and disappear |
[03:25.544] | It got so pointless looking for family when no one' s here |
[03:37.508] | There' s nothing else left to believe |
[03:40.643] | Not even my TV screen |
[03:45.711] | You caught me alone, with tired homes, and withered |
[03:58.276] | Neighbors always getting younger |
[04:01.724] | Dying off, waiting for winter |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Benjamin Johnson |
[00:28.983] | Today broke my balance worse than before |
[00:37.786] | My guts are out, they' re crawling on the floor |
[00:46.433] | Give them some help, they' re tired and poor |
[00:58.031] | And I can' t break whats more than habit, but second nature, it' s not my outfit, but how I live |
[01:42.909] | These hospital rooms knew us better than we knew ourselves |
[01:52.104] | Summer death, some are dead. watching from the bookshelves |
[02:25.306] | The town faded when the smoke quit movin' |
[02:45.081] | Lonely shapes who needed more than big things |
[03:01.512] | It' s autumn now so please forget me |
[03:12.823] | Let me explode, become minimal and disappear |
[03:25.544] | It got so pointless looking for family when no one' s here |
[03:37.508] | There' s nothing else left to believe |
[03:40.643] | Not even my TV screen |
[03:45.711] | You caught me alone, with tired homes, and withered |
[03:58.276] | Neighbors always getting younger |
[04:01.724] | Dying off, waiting for winter |