Song | Shallow Inland Sea |
Artist | Driftless Pony Club |
Album | Janel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Driftless Pony Club | |
We can't pretend | |
That we're not mistakes | |
So accept the truth | |
That we're not meant to be | |
Hold my hand | |
While you break my neck | |
I'll cut your wrists | |
And we'll start over again | |
Sniper killed the doctor | |
That was gonna kill me | |
The police killed the gunman | |
While he was trying to flee | |
I wish I was the bullet | |
That careened through his skull | |
Cause then I would know if | |
He was right or wrong | |
Turn my bones into sand | |
And make concrete | |
To fill up the land | |
Beneath my feet | |
And when we're gone | |
We'll leave no trace | |
No part will remain | |
In this landscape | |
I wake up on the shore | |
Of a shallow inland sea | |
And there I lie | |
Until someone remembers me | |
Turn my bones into sand | |
And make concrete | |
To fill up the land | |
Beneath my feet | |
And when we're gone | |
We'll leave no trace | |
No part will remain | |
In this landscape |
zuo qu : Driftless Pony Club | |
We can' t pretend | |
That we' re not mistakes | |
So accept the truth | |
That we' re not meant to be | |
Hold my hand | |
While you break my neck | |
I' ll cut your wrists | |
And we' ll start over again | |
Sniper killed the doctor | |
That was gonna kill me | |
The police killed the gunman | |
While he was trying to flee | |
I wish I was the bullet | |
That careened through his skull | |
Cause then I would know if | |
He was right or wrong | |
Turn my bones into sand | |
And make concrete | |
To fill up the land | |
Beneath my feet | |
And when we' re gone | |
We' ll leave no trace | |
No part will remain | |
In this landscape | |
I wake up on the shore | |
Of a shallow inland sea | |
And there I lie | |
Until someone remembers me | |
Turn my bones into sand | |
And make concrete | |
To fill up the land | |
Beneath my feet | |
And when we' re gone | |
We' ll leave no trace | |
No part will remain | |
In this landscape |
zuò qǔ : Driftless Pony Club | |
We can' t pretend | |
That we' re not mistakes | |
So accept the truth | |
That we' re not meant to be | |
Hold my hand | |
While you break my neck | |
I' ll cut your wrists | |
And we' ll start over again | |
Sniper killed the doctor | |
That was gonna kill me | |
The police killed the gunman | |
While he was trying to flee | |
I wish I was the bullet | |
That careened through his skull | |
Cause then I would know if | |
He was right or wrong | |
Turn my bones into sand | |
And make concrete | |
To fill up the land | |
Beneath my feet | |
And when we' re gone | |
We' ll leave no trace | |
No part will remain | |
In this landscape | |
I wake up on the shore | |
Of a shallow inland sea | |
And there I lie | |
Until someone remembers me | |
Turn my bones into sand | |
And make concrete | |
To fill up the land | |
Beneath my feet | |
And when we' re gone | |
We' ll leave no trace | |
No part will remain | |
In this landscape |