Wind From The Mountains - Kroda
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Wind From The Mountains
歌手:Kroda
作词:未知
作曲:未知
发行公司:未知
大小:4.1 MB
时长:07:09秒
比特率:80K
评分:0.0分
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Wind From The Mountains - Kroda文本歌词
Cymbals Eat Guitars - Wind Phoenix (Proper Name)
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
Exotic vision
Permanently red-light
Squinting for hours
Natural American spirit doctorate
Make love to inanimate objects
Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery
Without use of a pole she swings
Her thighs clamped 'round infinity
In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia
Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets
I am his liver
I'm gray and decaying
My texture's a sidewalk
And Notre Dame's playing
Afternoon's wristwatch
Deposited in nightstand's drawer
If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee
And charge her silent watchers
And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins
That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah
You're gaslighting me
I can see through the dusk beams
Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah
In her last moments I pined for times
When I could never have dreamed of being responsible
For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of
The celebrity teenage drug casualties
The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind
编辑于2008/05/24更新
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
Exotic vision
Permanently red-light
Squinting for hours
Natural American spirit doctorate
Make love to inanimate objects
Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery
Without use of a pole she swings
Her thighs clamped 'round infinity
In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia
Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets
I am his liver
I'm gray and decaying
My texture's a sidewalk
And Notre Dame's playing
Afternoon's wristwatch
Deposited in nightstand's drawer
If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee
And charge her silent watchers
And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins
That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah
You're gaslighting me
I can see through the dusk beams
Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah
In her last moments I pined for times
When I could never have dreamed of being responsible
For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of
The celebrity teenage drug casualties
The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind
编辑于2008/05/24更新
Wind From The Mountains - KrodaLRC歌词
[ti:Wind Phoenix (Proper Name)] [ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars] [al:Why There Are Mountains] [by: ] [00:02.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Wind Phoenix (Proper Name) [00:07.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:12.00]@ @ [00:17.00] [00:40.02]Exotic vision [00:42.69]Permanently red-light [00:44.57]Squinting for hours [00:46.26]Natural American spirit doctorate [00:49.33]Make love to inanimate objects [00:51.98]Pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery [00:55.18] [01:11.43]Without use of a pole she swings [01:15.11]Her thighs clamped 'round infinity [01:17.96]In the eye of a maelstrom of Marlboro mail-order memorabilia [01:24.63]Rivers, mountains and smoking shirt jackets [01:29.42] [01:37.35]I am his liver [01:39.45]I'm gray and decaying [01:40.93]My texture's a sidewalk [01:42.99]And Notre Dame's playing [01:44.99]Afternoon's wristwatch [01:46.69]Deposited in nightstand's drawer [01:53.55] [02:15.58]If Jerry knew he'd build a marquee [02:19.32]And charge her silent watchers [02:22.45]And they'd pay in foreign-looking coins [02:25.80]That would turn to dust in his dresser, by morning, yeah [02:33.60] [03:28.56]You're gaslighting me [03:29.19]I can see through the dusk beams [03:33.14]Walking with your fingers in splints, yeah [03:38.75] [04:14.36]In her last moments I pined for times [04:18.45]When I could never have dreamed of being responsible [04:21.42]For the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of [04:27.58]The celebrity teenage drug casualties [04:30.86]The wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind [04:40.16]
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