Song | Nightjar |
Artist | Sleepthief |
Album | The Dawnseeker |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lavelle | |
You keep your counsel so close | |
I feel no right to ask the questions | |
That burn in my sky like a Lewes bonfire night | |
How time makes lovers liars | |
And all that prettiness | |
Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day | |
Beautiful but bound for treading under foot | |
What price reality? | |
I'll give it nothing at all | |
It all seems so true last week | |
This way, this way is more real | |
How could I ever feel | |
I'd be allowed this dream? | |
I've heard the Nightjar | |
Have I been cursed? | |
I left a warm bed of amazed revelations | |
And lost the way back, dropped the string | |
Didn't think that I would need it anymore | |
And now the bed I find myself in | |
Is haunted by the purring of a Nightjar | |
And all that prettiness | |
Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day | |
Beautiful but bound for treading under foot |
zuo qu : Lavelle | |
You keep your counsel so close | |
I feel no right to ask the questions | |
That burn in my sky like a Lewes bonfire night | |
How time makes lovers liars | |
And all that prettiness | |
Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day | |
Beautiful but bound for treading under foot | |
What price reality? | |
I' ll give it nothing at all | |
It all seems so true last week | |
This way, this way is more real | |
How could I ever feel | |
I' d be allowed this dream? | |
I' ve heard the Nightjar | |
Have I been cursed? | |
I left a warm bed of amazed revelations | |
And lost the way back, dropped the string | |
Didn' t think that I would need it anymore | |
And now the bed I find myself in | |
Is haunted by the purring of a Nightjar | |
And all that prettiness | |
Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day | |
Beautiful but bound for treading under foot |
zuò qǔ : Lavelle | |
You keep your counsel so close | |
I feel no right to ask the questions | |
That burn in my sky like a Lewes bonfire night | |
How time makes lovers liars | |
And all that prettiness | |
Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day | |
Beautiful but bound for treading under foot | |
What price reality? | |
I' ll give it nothing at all | |
It all seems so true last week | |
This way, this way is more real | |
How could I ever feel | |
I' d be allowed this dream? | |
I' ve heard the Nightjar | |
Have I been cursed? | |
I left a warm bed of amazed revelations | |
And lost the way back, dropped the string | |
Didn' t think that I would need it anymore | |
And now the bed I find myself in | |
Is haunted by the purring of a Nightjar | |
And all that prettiness | |
Seems so much blossoms on a wild April day | |
Beautiful but bound for treading under foot |