Song | No Easy Action |
Artist | Mark Lanegan |
Album | Field Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lanegan | |
When all is done and turned to dust | |
And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
I stagger in a daze outside my tent | |
No time for being alone | |
To bleed | |
The hopeless singing of a round | |
That much we know to do | |
Before we go back underground | |
No easy action | |
Sparks fill the air some nights | |
Crows look for food behind my skin | |
Beneath | |
Try our best to dig it in | |
And keep the cold away, I see | |
That the sky is a vanishing place | |
And then there's nothing to miss | |
No time to get out of the ice | |
No easy action | |
Although all else may turn to dust | |
And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
I stagger in a daze to find what you meant | |
Where it's good to be alone | |
Bleed | |
The hopeless singing of a round | |
Before that vanishing place | |
Before we're back underground | |
No easy action |
zuo ci : Lanegan | |
When all is done and turned to dust | |
And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
I stagger in a daze outside my tent | |
No time for being alone | |
To bleed | |
The hopeless singing of a round | |
That much we know to do | |
Before we go back underground | |
No easy action | |
Sparks fill the air some nights | |
Crows look for food behind my skin | |
Beneath | |
Try our best to dig it in | |
And keep the cold away, I see | |
That the sky is a vanishing place | |
And then there' s nothing to miss | |
No time to get out of the ice | |
No easy action | |
Although all else may turn to dust | |
And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
I stagger in a daze to find what you meant | |
Where it' s good to be alone | |
Bleed | |
The hopeless singing of a round | |
Before that vanishing place | |
Before we' re back underground | |
No easy action |
zuò cí : Lanegan | |
When all is done and turned to dust | |
And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
I stagger in a daze outside my tent | |
No time for being alone | |
To bleed | |
The hopeless singing of a round | |
That much we know to do | |
Before we go back underground | |
No easy action | |
Sparks fill the air some nights | |
Crows look for food behind my skin | |
Beneath | |
Try our best to dig it in | |
And keep the cold away, I see | |
That the sky is a vanishing place | |
And then there' s nothing to miss | |
No time to get out of the ice | |
No easy action | |
Although all else may turn to dust | |
And insects nest inside my bones, I see | |
I stagger in a daze to find what you meant | |
Where it' s good to be alone | |
Bleed | |
The hopeless singing of a round | |
Before that vanishing place | |
Before we' re back underground | |
No easy action |