Song | Bells Aloud |
Artist | Castanets |
Album | First Light's Freeze |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Castanets | |
There is no sweetness to send | |
there is no trusting friend | |
to fail | |
there is no way to refend what we do | |
to ourselves | |
me and you | |
Don't it get difficult | |
There is a sea collapsed | |
it's splitters surround | |
there is a worn trap of time and aren't we wrestless | |
there is the weather inside us in motion lightening | |
over air over she | |
don't it get dark outside | |
You better hold me | |
you better hold me only | |
better hold me | |
but there's no way of knowing | |
there's no way to tell | |
and aren't we deep and dangerous wells | |
There is no true work to be done | |
there is no sure and simple fun | |
that we don't pay | |
we have not been given here and we cannot earn | |
we were not taught | |
one thing that we could learn | |
Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something's ring | |
out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things | |
and we could have taken any of these roads | |
but who knows | |
'bout this one we chose? | |
And who knows, friend, how far it goes? | |
And you better hold me closely | |
better know me truly | |
How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed | |
we better know just what we need |
zuo qu : Castanets | |
There is no sweetness to send | |
there is no trusting friend | |
to fail | |
there is no way to refend what we do | |
to ourselves | |
me and you | |
Don' t it get difficult | |
There is a sea collapsed | |
it' s splitters surround | |
there is a worn trap of time and aren' t we wrestless | |
there is the weather inside us in motion lightening | |
over air over she | |
don' t it get dark outside | |
You better hold me | |
you better hold me only | |
better hold me | |
but there' s no way of knowing | |
there' s no way to tell | |
and aren' t we deep and dangerous wells | |
There is no true work to be done | |
there is no sure and simple fun | |
that we don' t pay | |
we have not been given here and we cannot earn | |
we were not taught | |
one thing that we could learn | |
Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something' s ring | |
out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things | |
and we could have taken any of these roads | |
but who knows | |
' bout this one we chose? | |
And who knows, friend, how far it goes? | |
And you better hold me closely | |
better know me truly | |
How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed | |
we better know just what we need |
zuò qǔ : Castanets | |
There is no sweetness to send | |
there is no trusting friend | |
to fail | |
there is no way to refend what we do | |
to ourselves | |
me and you | |
Don' t it get difficult | |
There is a sea collapsed | |
it' s splitters surround | |
there is a worn trap of time and aren' t we wrestless | |
there is the weather inside us in motion lightening | |
over air over she | |
don' t it get dark outside | |
You better hold me | |
you better hold me only | |
better hold me | |
but there' s no way of knowing | |
there' s no way to tell | |
and aren' t we deep and dangerous wells | |
There is no true work to be done | |
there is no sure and simple fun | |
that we don' t pay | |
we have not been given here and we cannot earn | |
we were not taught | |
one thing that we could learn | |
Outsounding bells are loud for the sake of something' s ring | |
out gathering and grabbing for the sake of giving things | |
and we could have taken any of these roads | |
but who knows | |
' bout this one we chose? | |
And who knows, friend, how far it goes? | |
And you better hold me closely | |
better know me truly | |
How this could pass right through me and back into that bleed | |
we better know just what we need |