| Song | Siberian Breaks |
| Artist | MGMT |
| Album | Congratulations |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Goldwasser & Vanwyngarden |
| [00:26.50] | Sleep as the goer |
| [00:29.44] | the bridge that watches the light speed thru |
| [00:34.62] | and cries while the spirit stumbles |
| [00:38.35] | and inside missile for the protection of you |
| [00:51.14] | maybe it's siletn |
| [00:54.08] | the voice can't bear anymore strain |
| [00:59.35] | but speak without even knowing |
| [01:02.96] | and streams outside in the direction of truth |
| [01:26.73] | there's no reason there's no secret to decode |
| [01:35.18] | if youc an't save it, leave it dying on the road |
| [01:44.30] | wide open arms can feel so cold |
| [01:49.52] | so cold |
| [01:51.24] | feel so cold |
| [02:17.19] | balance the books, the ledges, the loons |
| [02:18.91] | the disappointed look on the faces |
| [02:21.24] | that squint at the moon |
| [02:25.10] | let's see it with shadows enhance |
| [02:29.61] | and then vote to decide who'll advance |
| [02:34.52] | silver jet plane, making a turn |
| [02:37.56] | exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn |
| [02:43.95] | it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed |
| [02:48.44] | if you're conscious you must be depressed |
| [02:53.02] | or at least cynical |
| [02:59.51] | but someone might still eat the steaks |
| [03:02.77] | even if they're tough |
| [03:05.82] | spending the day |
| [03:07.35] | chewing the fat |
| [03:08.85] | floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough |
| [03:18.70] | oh marianne, pass me the joint |
| [03:21.45] | the sandpaper's tan |
| [03:22.98] | go-getters are surfing the point |
| [03:27.67] | and london's a cratch on the lens |
| [03:30.67] | it's over before it begins |
| [03:37.09] | silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders |
| [03:40.28] | the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick |
| [03:46.49] | but really there's no trip at all |
| [03:49.53] | that doesn't result in a fall |
| [03:55.58] | or a faltering |
| [04:02.08] | but something might spit out the bait |
| [04:05.46] | even if it's real |
| [04:08.50] | rolling away |
| [04:09.89] | missing a spoke |
| [04:11.59] | close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough |
| [04:20.98] | holding th eline |
| [04:22.52] | clutching the phone |
| [04:24.04] | nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right |
| [04:30.04] | it's not right |
| [04:33.38] | smelling for blood |
| [04:34.99] | praying for rain |
| [04:36.46] | running away isn't rough, but it's not enough |
| [04:56.85] | the low tide is telling me, when it's over, |
| [05:10.18] | to breathe in everything exposed |
| [05:19.18] | and comes back to cover me in a blanket |
| [05:32.69] | being here's always changing tunes |
| [07:02.38] | the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all |
| [07:16.03] | wide open arms can feel so cold |
| [07:29.29] | and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's |
| [07:34.87] | worth |
| [07:42.68] | but I hope I die before i get sold |
| [07:56.28] | I hope I die before I get sold |
| [08:09.67] | I'd rather die before I get sold |
| [08:22.27] | if you find the soul that you lost |
| [08:26.76] | frozen in a starry void |
| [08:31.73] | take it within and hope the sight of blood |
| [08:34.66] | can will signs of life to return |
| [08:40.55] | back to the way that it was |
| [08:44.74] | long before it made a noise |
| [08:49.63] | to keep on quietly reminding you |
| [08:52.55] | what's never created or destroyed |
| [08:57.38] | |
| [09:13.23] | wake as the swell peaks |
| [09:16.20] | the close-outs drowning the birds with roars |
| [09:21.59] | and howls scare the new unkindness |
| [09:24.90] | that picks and laughs at the carrion scene |
| [09:32.39] | |
| [09:35.56] | forces you see breath can always go into hiding |
| [09:43.85] | and wait 'til it passes over |
| [09:47.34] | or stay far gone for all eternity |
| [09:56.15] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden |
| [00:26.50] | Sleep as the goer |
| [00:29.44] | the bridge that watches the light speed thru |
| [00:34.62] | and cries while the spirit stumbles |
| [00:38.35] | and inside missile for the protection of you |
| [00:51.14] | maybe it' s siletn |
| [00:54.08] | the voice can' t bear anymore strain |
| [00:59.35] | but speak without even knowing |
| [01:02.96] | and streams outside in the direction of truth |
| [01:26.73] | there' s no reason there' s no secret to decode |
| [01:35.18] | if youc an' t save it, leave it dying on the road |
| [01:44.30] | wide open arms can feel so cold |
| [01:49.52] | so cold |
| [01:51.24] | feel so cold |
| [02:17.19] | balance the books, the ledges, the loons |
| [02:18.91] | the disappointed look on the faces |
| [02:21.24] | that squint at the moon |
| [02:25.10] | let' s see it with shadows enhance |
| [02:29.61] | and then vote to decide who' ll advance |
| [02:34.52] | silver jet plane, making a turn |
| [02:37.56] | exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn |
| [02:43.95] | it' s not the life lesson I' d' ve guessed |
| [02:48.44] | if you' re conscious you must be depressed |
| [02:53.02] | or at least cynical |
| [02:59.51] | but someone might still eat the steaks |
| [03:02.77] | even if they' re tough |
| [03:05.82] | spending the day |
| [03:07.35] | chewing the fat |
| [03:08.85] | floating away isn' t roguh but it' s not enough |
| [03:18.70] | oh marianne, pass me the joint |
| [03:21.45] | the sandpaper' s tan |
| [03:22.98] | gogetters are surfing the point |
| [03:27.67] | and london' s a cratch on the lens |
| [03:30.67] | it' s over before it begins |
| [03:37.09] | silk ' round her neck falls down to her shoulders |
| [03:40.28] | the older I get, the more I suspect there' s a trick |
| [03:46.49] | but really there' s no trip at all |
| [03:49.53] | that doesn' t result in a fall |
| [03:55.58] | or a faltering |
| [04:02.08] | but something might spit out the bait |
| [04:05.46] | even if it' s real |
| [04:08.50] | rolling away |
| [04:09.89] | missing a spoke |
| [04:11.59] | close to the ground like a wheel but it' s not enough |
| [04:20.98] | holding th eline |
| [04:22.52] | clutching the phone |
| [04:24.04] | nobly wasting the night, but it isn' t right |
| [04:30.04] | it' s not right |
| [04:33.38] | smelling for blood |
| [04:34.99] | praying for rain |
| [04:36.46] | running away isn' t rough, but it' s not enough |
| [04:56.85] | the low tide is telling me, when it' s over, |
| [05:10.18] | to breathe in everything exposed |
| [05:19.18] | and comes back to cover me in a blanket |
| [05:32.69] | being here' s always changing tunes |
| [07:02.38] | the empty sky surrounds me but i can' t see at all |
| [07:16.03] | wide open arms can feel so cold |
| [07:29.29] | and you can sit beside me and tell me what it' s |
| [07:34.87] | worth |
| [07:42.68] | but I hope I die before i get sold |
| [07:56.28] | I hope I die before I get sold |
| [08:09.67] | I' d rather die before I get sold |
| [08:22.27] | if you find the soul that you lost |
| [08:26.76] | frozen in a starry void |
| [08:31.73] | take it within and hope the sight of blood |
| [08:34.66] | can will signs of life to return |
| [08:40.55] | back to the way that it was |
| [08:44.74] | long before it made a noise |
| [08:49.63] | to keep on quietly reminding you |
| [08:52.55] | what' s never created or destroyed |
| [08:57.38] | |
| [09:13.23] | wake as the swell peaks |
| [09:16.20] | the closeouts drowning the birds with roars |
| [09:21.59] | and howls scare the new unkindness |
| [09:24.90] | that picks and laughs at the carrion scene |
| [09:32.39] | |
| [09:35.56] | forces you see breath can always go into hiding |
| [09:43.85] | and wait ' til it passes over |
| [09:47.34] | or stay far gone for all eternity |
| [09:56.15] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Goldwasser Vanwyngarden |
| [00:26.50] | Sleep as the goer |
| [00:29.44] | the bridge that watches the light speed thru |
| [00:34.62] | and cries while the spirit stumbles |
| [00:38.35] | and inside missile for the protection of you |
| [00:51.14] | maybe it' s siletn |
| [00:54.08] | the voice can' t bear anymore strain |
| [00:59.35] | but speak without even knowing |
| [01:02.96] | and streams outside in the direction of truth |
| [01:26.73] | there' s no reason there' s no secret to decode |
| [01:35.18] | if youc an' t save it, leave it dying on the road |
| [01:44.30] | wide open arms can feel so cold |
| [01:49.52] | so cold |
| [01:51.24] | feel so cold |
| [02:17.19] | balance the books, the ledges, the loons |
| [02:18.91] | the disappointed look on the faces |
| [02:21.24] | that squint at the moon |
| [02:25.10] | let' s see it with shadows enhance |
| [02:29.61] | and then vote to decide who' ll advance |
| [02:34.52] | silver jet plane, making a turn |
| [02:37.56] | exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn |
| [02:43.95] | it' s not the life lesson I' d' ve guessed |
| [02:48.44] | if you' re conscious you must be depressed |
| [02:53.02] | or at least cynical |
| [02:59.51] | but someone might still eat the steaks |
| [03:02.77] | even if they' re tough |
| [03:05.82] | spending the day |
| [03:07.35] | chewing the fat |
| [03:08.85] | floating away isn' t roguh but it' s not enough |
| [03:18.70] | oh marianne, pass me the joint |
| [03:21.45] | the sandpaper' s tan |
| [03:22.98] | gogetters are surfing the point |
| [03:27.67] | and london' s a cratch on the lens |
| [03:30.67] | it' s over before it begins |
| [03:37.09] | silk ' round her neck falls down to her shoulders |
| [03:40.28] | the older I get, the more I suspect there' s a trick |
| [03:46.49] | but really there' s no trip at all |
| [03:49.53] | that doesn' t result in a fall |
| [03:55.58] | or a faltering |
| [04:02.08] | but something might spit out the bait |
| [04:05.46] | even if it' s real |
| [04:08.50] | rolling away |
| [04:09.89] | missing a spoke |
| [04:11.59] | close to the ground like a wheel but it' s not enough |
| [04:20.98] | holding th eline |
| [04:22.52] | clutching the phone |
| [04:24.04] | nobly wasting the night, but it isn' t right |
| [04:30.04] | it' s not right |
| [04:33.38] | smelling for blood |
| [04:34.99] | praying for rain |
| [04:36.46] | running away isn' t rough, but it' s not enough |
| [04:56.85] | the low tide is telling me, when it' s over, |
| [05:10.18] | to breathe in everything exposed |
| [05:19.18] | and comes back to cover me in a blanket |
| [05:32.69] | being here' s always changing tunes |
| [07:02.38] | the empty sky surrounds me but i can' t see at all |
| [07:16.03] | wide open arms can feel so cold |
| [07:29.29] | and you can sit beside me and tell me what it' s |
| [07:34.87] | worth |
| [07:42.68] | but I hope I die before i get sold |
| [07:56.28] | I hope I die before I get sold |
| [08:09.67] | I' d rather die before I get sold |
| [08:22.27] | if you find the soul that you lost |
| [08:26.76] | frozen in a starry void |
| [08:31.73] | take it within and hope the sight of blood |
| [08:34.66] | can will signs of life to return |
| [08:40.55] | back to the way that it was |
| [08:44.74] | long before it made a noise |
| [08:49.63] | to keep on quietly reminding you |
| [08:52.55] | what' s never created or destroyed |
| [08:57.38] | |
| [09:13.23] | wake as the swell peaks |
| [09:16.20] | the closeouts drowning the birds with roars |
| [09:21.59] | and howls scare the new unkindness |
| [09:24.90] | that picks and laughs at the carrion scene |
| [09:32.39] | |
| [09:35.56] | forces you see breath can always go into hiding |
| [09:43.85] | and wait ' til it passes over |
| [09:47.34] | or stay far gone for all eternity |
| [09:56.15] |