Song | The Smoking Pose |
Artist | The Honorary Title |
Album | Anything Else But the Truth |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gorbel, Honorary Title | |
Oh with the color in your eyes a-blaze, sleeping but awake | |
Desperately you're searching for remains to feed that part of you | |
Crawling and scratching, you sifting through ashes | |
And fingers are blistered right down to the filter | |
The blistering that carved that shape in you all night | |
With your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of how you seem | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation | |
Allowing the two of you, completion | |
And with your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of how you seem | |
Singe your throat when the door is open | |
Beneath the smoke, | |
I can see that | |
Singe your throat when the door is open | |
Beneath the smoke, | |
I can see that | |
And with your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it's unaware of how you seem | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints that you have come alive again |
zuo qu : Gorbel, Honorary Title | |
Oh with the color in your eyes ablaze, sleeping but awake | |
Desperately you' re searching for remains to feed that part of you | |
Crawling and scratching, you sifting through ashes | |
And fingers are blistered right down to the filter | |
The blistering that carved that shape in you all night | |
With your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of how you seem | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation | |
Allowing the two of you, completion | |
And with your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of how you seem | |
Singe your throat when the door is open | |
Beneath the smoke, | |
I can see that | |
Singe your throat when the door is open | |
Beneath the smoke, | |
I can see that | |
And with your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of how you seem | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints that you have come alive again |
zuò qǔ : Gorbel, Honorary Title | |
Oh with the color in your eyes ablaze, sleeping but awake | |
Desperately you' re searching for remains to feed that part of you | |
Crawling and scratching, you sifting through ashes | |
And fingers are blistered right down to the filter | |
The blistering that carved that shape in you all night | |
With your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Of baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of how you seem | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation | |
Allowing the two of you, completion | |
And with your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of how you seem | |
Singe your throat when the door is open | |
Beneath the smoke, | |
I can see that | |
Singe your throat when the door is open | |
Beneath the smoke, | |
I can see that | |
And with your chin down to your chest | |
The speech drooling out in a mesh | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of what you mean | |
Baritone slurs, incomprehensible, it' s unaware of how you seem | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints at your elevation | |
Your eyes were just blatant, hints that you have come alive again |