Song | Create and Melt |
Artist | Dali's Car |
Album | The Waking Hour |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Karn | |
作词 : Murphy | |
It isn't a dream, you only heard yourself | |
The means of your life, create and melt | |
In front of you, beneath closed lids | |
The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Nirvana calls from behind the wall | |
The wall that you built, with you will fall | |
If not for trust with infected hands | |
The secret shore will come, come to hand | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Plant your tree of hidden dreams | |
Beneath your fears that burst the seams | |
The consumate growth will break your bones | |
Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Pluck out the roots of buried truth | |
Ride the bean that passes through | |
The consumate growth will break your bones | |
Become a tree, secure, alone | |
Become a tree, secure, alone | |
Become a tree, secure, alone |
zuo qu : Karn | |
zuo ci : Murphy | |
It isn' t a dream, you only heard yourself | |
The means of your life, create and melt | |
In front of you, beneath closed lids | |
The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Nirvana calls from behind the wall | |
The wall that you built, with you will fall | |
If not for trust with infected hands | |
The secret shore will come, come to hand | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Plant your tree of hidden dreams | |
Beneath your fears that burst the seams | |
The consumate growth will break your bones | |
Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Pluck out the roots of buried truth | |
Ride the bean that passes through | |
The consumate growth will break your bones | |
Become a tree, secure, alone | |
Become a tree, secure, alone | |
Become a tree, secure, alone |
zuò qǔ : Karn | |
zuò cí : Murphy | |
It isn' t a dream, you only heard yourself | |
The means of your life, create and melt | |
In front of you, beneath closed lids | |
The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Nirvana calls from behind the wall | |
The wall that you built, with you will fall | |
If not for trust with infected hands | |
The secret shore will come, come to hand | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Plant your tree of hidden dreams | |
Beneath your fears that burst the seams | |
The consumate growth will break your bones | |
Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone | |
Here sits... here sits... here sits | |
Pluck out the roots of buried truth | |
Ride the bean that passes through | |
The consumate growth will break your bones | |
Become a tree, secure, alone | |
Become a tree, secure, alone | |
Become a tree, secure, alone |