Song | Fire of Birds |
Artist | DM Stith |
Album | Heavy Ghost |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Stith, Stith | |
waiting for sun in the morning, my eyes on the ceiling, | |
a fire of birds brilliantly burns. | |
and the body knows before I know. | |
and didn't we? didn't we pretend? | |
oh you and your christ kite caterwauling in the air | |
oh, coarse and feral | |
and even so you let me go. | |
I couldn't charm my way back to you. | |
oh, late lady night | |
oh, lake, lake at night | |
oh slouched ghosts of light | |
and your storm shoulders bright in the bloomed lilac booms | |
I pray for peace where the lampare cinders burned the trees | |
still I can half-see you. I can half-see you | |
in yard in the rain in your wellington boots | |
where we danced like we were on fire | |
like the birds we spoke with fire | |
we danced like we were all on fire... |
zuo qu : Stith, Stith | |
waiting for sun in the morning, my eyes on the ceiling, | |
a fire of birds brilliantly burns. | |
and the body knows before I know. | |
and didn' t we? didn' t we pretend? | |
oh you and your christ kite caterwauling in the air | |
oh, coarse and feral | |
and even so you let me go. | |
I couldn' t charm my way back to you. | |
oh, late lady night | |
oh, lake, lake at night | |
oh slouched ghosts of light | |
and your storm shoulders bright in the bloomed lilac booms | |
I pray for peace where the lampare cinders burned the trees | |
still I can halfsee you. I can halfsee you | |
in yard in the rain in your wellington boots | |
where we danced like we were on fire | |
like the birds we spoke with fire | |
we danced like we were all on fire... |
zuò qǔ : Stith, Stith | |
waiting for sun in the morning, my eyes on the ceiling, | |
a fire of birds brilliantly burns. | |
and the body knows before I know. | |
and didn' t we? didn' t we pretend? | |
oh you and your christ kite caterwauling in the air | |
oh, coarse and feral | |
and even so you let me go. | |
I couldn' t charm my way back to you. | |
oh, late lady night | |
oh, lake, lake at night | |
oh slouched ghosts of light | |
and your storm shoulders bright in the bloomed lilac booms | |
I pray for peace where the lampare cinders burned the trees | |
still I can halfsee you. I can halfsee you | |
in yard in the rain in your wellington boots | |
where we danced like we were on fire | |
like the birds we spoke with fire | |
we danced like we were all on fire... |