Song | Broken Limbs |
Artist | Driftless Pony Club |
Album | Janel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Driftless Pony Club | |
This road keeps changing names | |
As we separate | |
Someone should tell the city planner | |
It should last forever | |
No one remembers who they were named after | |
The chips on our shoulders | |
Dissipate like smoke signals | |
And someone killed the messenger | |
Killed the messenger | |
And someone cut all the lines | |
And no one knows how to repair | |
And someone burned the family tree | |
All the way down to the roots | |
And someone killed the messenger | |
Killed the messenger | |
And the clock ticks on | |
Only time will tell | |
If there's still | |
Time at all | |
For the mark of reason | |
{?} of the people and places | |
Rules of thumb and euphemisms | |
Origins and bloodlines and hand-me-downs | |
Stories and paintings and moving pictures | |
The layers and layers of addiction | |
Blinking and winking lights | |
The bruises and broken limbs | |
Are something someone wants |
zuo qu : Driftless Pony Club | |
This road keeps changing names | |
As we separate | |
Someone should tell the city planner | |
It should last forever | |
No one remembers who they were named after | |
The chips on our shoulders | |
Dissipate like smoke signals | |
And someone killed the messenger | |
Killed the messenger | |
And someone cut all the lines | |
And no one knows how to repair | |
And someone burned the family tree | |
All the way down to the roots | |
And someone killed the messenger | |
Killed the messenger | |
And the clock ticks on | |
Only time will tell | |
If there' s still | |
Time at all | |
For the mark of reason | |
? of the people and places | |
Rules of thumb and euphemisms | |
Origins and bloodlines and handmedowns | |
Stories and paintings and moving pictures | |
The layers and layers of addiction | |
Blinking and winking lights | |
The bruises and broken limbs | |
Are something someone wants |
zuò qǔ : Driftless Pony Club | |
This road keeps changing names | |
As we separate | |
Someone should tell the city planner | |
It should last forever | |
No one remembers who they were named after | |
The chips on our shoulders | |
Dissipate like smoke signals | |
And someone killed the messenger | |
Killed the messenger | |
And someone cut all the lines | |
And no one knows how to repair | |
And someone burned the family tree | |
All the way down to the roots | |
And someone killed the messenger | |
Killed the messenger | |
And the clock ticks on | |
Only time will tell | |
If there' s still | |
Time at all | |
For the mark of reason | |
? of the people and places | |
Rules of thumb and euphemisms | |
Origins and bloodlines and handmedowns | |
Stories and paintings and moving pictures | |
The layers and layers of addiction | |
Blinking and winking lights | |
The bruises and broken limbs | |
Are something someone wants |