Song | The salt wound routine |
Artist | Thirteen Senses |
Album | Falls in the dark |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Will South & Thirteen Senses |
[00:41.30] | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP |
[00:46.13] | They pursue us to the deep end and then depart |
[00:52.71] | Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain |
[00:58.50] | For only patterns on a snake's back give us genuine fear |
[01:04.54] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[01:10.31] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[01:16.66] | And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide |
[01:25.31] | It's a delicate degree |
[01:31.69] | It's a number I can see |
[01:59.49] | Could prison cells be in my brain |
[02:04.69] | For they're safe inside the cover of a dirty face |
[02:10.62] | And everybody finds a college graduate with joy |
[02:16.46] | While I'm happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime |
[02:22.43] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[02:28.39] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[02:34.57] | And it shouldn't be clear but it's not for me to decide |
[02:43.25] | It's a delicate degree |
[02:49.47] | It's a number I can see |
[03:35.53] | You sit at home up late at night |
[03:41.58] | When it's beginning to arrive |
[03:46.50] | And honestly |
[03:49.66] | I don't see the need for any routines |
[03:55.57] | I'm all out of sync, I cover my cuts |
[04:01.24] | And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again |
[04:41.77] | And all this ground beneath my feet |
[04:46.77] | Has decided not to crumble into the sea |
[04:53.72] | I walked in a house, it smelt of paint |
[04:58.73] | And the ceiling it has no trouble with me |
[05:03.45] |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Will South Thirteen Senses |
[00:41.30] | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP |
[00:46.13] | They pursue us to the deep end and then depart |
[00:52.71] | Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain |
[00:58.50] | For only patterns on a snake' s back give us genuine fear |
[01:04.54] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[01:10.31] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[01:16.66] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[01:25.31] | It' s a delicate degree |
[01:31.69] | It' s a number I can see |
[01:59.49] | Could prison cells be in my brain |
[02:04.69] | For they' re safe inside the cover of a dirty face |
[02:10.62] | And everybody finds a college graduate with joy |
[02:16.46] | While I' m happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime |
[02:22.43] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[02:28.39] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[02:34.57] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[02:43.25] | It' s a delicate degree |
[02:49.47] | It' s a number I can see |
[03:35.53] | You sit at home up late at night |
[03:41.58] | When it' s beginning to arrive |
[03:46.50] | And honestly |
[03:49.66] | I don' t see the need for any routines |
[03:55.57] | I' m all out of sync, I cover my cuts |
[04:01.24] | And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again |
[04:41.77] | And all this ground beneath my feet |
[04:46.77] | Has decided not to crumble into the sea |
[04:53.72] | I walked in a house, it smelt of paint |
[04:58.73] | And the ceiling it has no trouble with me |
[05:03.45] |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Will South Thirteen Senses |
[00:41.30] | Red letters on the dashboard, oh what a GAP |
[00:46.13] | They pursue us to the deep end and then depart |
[00:52.71] | Watch as the cracks in the wall feel pain |
[00:58.50] | For only patterns on a snake' s back give us genuine fear |
[01:04.54] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[01:10.31] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[01:16.66] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[01:25.31] | It' s a delicate degree |
[01:31.69] | It' s a number I can see |
[01:59.49] | Could prison cells be in my brain |
[02:04.69] | For they' re safe inside the cover of a dirty face |
[02:10.62] | And everybody finds a college graduate with joy |
[02:16.46] | While I' m happy just sipping tonic water with lemon and lime |
[02:22.43] | And I cannot lie, faces drop into the fire |
[02:28.39] | I get by all the time on a shelf above the door |
[02:34.57] | And it shouldn' t be clear but it' s not for me to decide |
[02:43.25] | It' s a delicate degree |
[02:49.47] | It' s a number I can see |
[03:35.53] | You sit at home up late at night |
[03:41.58] | When it' s beginning to arrive |
[03:46.50] | And honestly |
[03:49.66] | I don' t see the need for any routines |
[03:55.57] | I' m all out of sync, I cover my cuts |
[04:01.24] | And hope they are fixed before I get hurt again |
[04:41.77] | And all this ground beneath my feet |
[04:46.77] | Has decided not to crumble into the sea |
[04:53.72] | I walked in a house, it smelt of paint |
[04:58.73] | And the ceiling it has no trouble with me |
[05:03.45] |