Song | Back into the Earth |
Artist | Colleen Grace |
Album | Colleen Grace |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rourke | |
Back into the earth we go | |
Surrounding taste of salt | |
Bleeding from the sting of her lily | |
Letting each feeling drop | |
Back into the womb we go | |
Filtered through the soot | |
Marked by the passage of scars | |
Each one to mend from its birth | |
And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
Yet I'm afraid to listen | |
Ooh, I'm afraid | |
Hidden from our souls to heal | |
Rations have been handed out | |
Every moment clearly etched | |
and every word perfectly bruised | |
And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
Yet I'm afraid to listen | |
Ooh, I'm afraid | |
And as she left my world | |
I held on to a memory or two | |
Each one's preciously faded | |
And yes, I heard about Heathcliff | |
Yes, I heard about Superman | |
Yet they are more real than this | |
But this is real. | |
As she left my world and she took her smile | |
I held on. | |
Each one's preciously fade | |
You're preciously fade | |
Don't preciously fade . . . |
zuo qu : Rourke | |
Back into the earth we go | |
Surrounding taste of salt | |
Bleeding from the sting of her lily | |
Letting each feeling drop | |
Back into the womb we go | |
Filtered through the soot | |
Marked by the passage of scars | |
Each one to mend from its birth | |
And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
Ooh, I' m afraid | |
Hidden from our souls to heal | |
Rations have been handed out | |
Every moment clearly etched | |
and every word perfectly bruised | |
And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
Ooh, I' m afraid | |
And as she left my world | |
I held on to a memory or two | |
Each one' s preciously faded | |
And yes, I heard about Heathcliff | |
Yes, I heard about Superman | |
Yet they are more real than this | |
But this is real. | |
As she left my world and she took her smile | |
I held on. | |
Each one' s preciously fade | |
You' re preciously fade | |
Don' t preciously fade . . . |
zuò qǔ : Rourke | |
Back into the earth we go | |
Surrounding taste of salt | |
Bleeding from the sting of her lily | |
Letting each feeling drop | |
Back into the womb we go | |
Filtered through the soot | |
Marked by the passage of scars | |
Each one to mend from its birth | |
And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
Ooh, I' m afraid | |
Hidden from our souls to heal | |
Rations have been handed out | |
Every moment clearly etched | |
and every word perfectly bruised | |
And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
Ooh, I' m afraid | |
And as she left my world | |
I held on to a memory or two | |
Each one' s preciously faded | |
And yes, I heard about Heathcliff | |
Yes, I heard about Superman | |
Yet they are more real than this | |
But this is real. | |
As she left my world and she took her smile | |
I held on. | |
Each one' s preciously fade | |
You' re preciously fade | |
Don' t preciously fade . . . |