Song | Slow Pulse Boy |
Artist | And Also the Trees |
Album | The Evening of the 24th |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Somewhere the blast furnace explodes | |
Plumes of amber in the night sky | |
Each explosion bounces | |
>From horizon to horizon | |
>From horizon... to horizon | |
And for a while, the slow pulse boy | |
Stood by the window | |
And let the fire sink into his skin | |
Again all was still | |
But for the empty tin | |
Rolling up and down a gutter | |
On the breeze | |
Then we were standing very close | |
I could live in the space | |
Between his heartbeats | |
Outside the blast furnace errupts again | |
And dark red rivers | |
Filled our veins with frenzy | |
We could tear up the floors | |
And find all the things we'd ever lost | |
And the fire burns in our jack boots | |
So we chase the explosions | |
>From horizon to horizon | |
Wrap ourselves around the distance | |
For as long as we can hold | |
Somewhere a girl is singing | |
There is calm in the air | |
But there is greater calm than I can bear | |
Tomorrow the sun shines |
zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Somewhere the blast furnace explodes | |
Plumes of amber in the night sky | |
Each explosion bounces | |
From horizon to horizon | |
From horizon... to horizon | |
And for a while, the slow pulse boy | |
Stood by the window | |
And let the fire sink into his skin | |
Again all was still | |
But for the empty tin | |
Rolling up and down a gutter | |
On the breeze | |
Then we were standing very close | |
I could live in the space | |
Between his heartbeats | |
Outside the blast furnace errupts again | |
And dark red rivers | |
Filled our veins with frenzy | |
We could tear up the floors | |
And find all the things we' d ever lost | |
And the fire burns in our jack boots | |
So we chase the explosions | |
From horizon to horizon | |
Wrap ourselves around the distance | |
For as long as we can hold | |
Somewhere a girl is singing | |
There is calm in the air | |
But there is greater calm than I can bear | |
Tomorrow the sun shines |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
Somewhere the blast furnace explodes | |
Plumes of amber in the night sky | |
Each explosion bounces | |
From horizon to horizon | |
From horizon... to horizon | |
And for a while, the slow pulse boy | |
Stood by the window | |
And let the fire sink into his skin | |
Again all was still | |
But for the empty tin | |
Rolling up and down a gutter | |
On the breeze | |
Then we were standing very close | |
I could live in the space | |
Between his heartbeats | |
Outside the blast furnace errupts again | |
And dark red rivers | |
Filled our veins with frenzy | |
We could tear up the floors | |
And find all the things we' d ever lost | |
And the fire burns in our jack boots | |
So we chase the explosions | |
From horizon to horizon | |
Wrap ourselves around the distance | |
For as long as we can hold | |
Somewhere a girl is singing | |
There is calm in the air | |
But there is greater calm than I can bear | |
Tomorrow the sun shines |