Helpless Son - Matt Buetow
歌曲信息
歌曲名：Helpless Son
歌手：Matt Buetow
所属专辑：The Valley
发行时间：2014-04-22
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Helpless Son - Matt Buetow 文本歌词
Helpless Son-Matt Buetow
I am all but absent from the brand-new static waves,
hung in treetops that tremble in my thoughts
But I can still see day from the caverns of my cave so
I ain’t got any reason to be cross
And I’m hoping that I’ll never find a way to swallow all the things that I have taken
But to see it you need an open hand and an open heart for every moment that it stays
The darkness fools old habits but I cannot call this day
And the crimson pools are waiting patient inside my veins
Helpless veins, helpless son
I have slipped from often to chasing almost everyday
my eyelid’s fading memory of the bright light
And the dream’s sound from in my poison cage is so much sweeter than the one that I once loved
And I’m hoping that I will find a way to follow all the things for which I’ve waited
But to see it you need an open hand and an open heart for every moment that she stays
The darkness fools old habits but I cannot call this day
And the crimson pools are waiting patient inside my veins
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
I am all but absent from the brand-new static waves,
hung in treetops that tremble in my thoughts
But I can still see day from the caverns of my cave so
I ain’t got any reason to be cross
And I’m hoping that I’ll never find a way to swallow all the things that I have taken
But to see it you need an open hand and an open heart for every moment that it stays
The darkness fools old habits but I cannot call this day
And the crimson pools are waiting patient inside my veins
Helpless veins, helpless son
I have slipped from often to chasing almost everyday
my eyelid’s fading memory of the bright light
And the dream’s sound from in my poison cage is so much sweeter than the one that I once loved
And I’m hoping that I will find a way to follow all the things for which I’ve waited
But to see it you need an open hand and an open heart for every moment that she stays
The darkness fools old habits but I cannot call this day
And the crimson pools are waiting patient inside my veins
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
Helpless veins, helpless son
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