所属专辑:Dyed in the Wool
歌手: shannon wright
时长: 03:11
This state it cannot be sound[00:00:10]
For seeing through[00:00:14]
The day with fresh eyes[00:00:17]
Try to lick these bits[00:00:20]
Back into place[00:00:23]
These tanks bore there wintry weight[00:00:24]
To wake to these scraps of morn[00:00:30]
It bears a stone[00:00:35]
And that's what I've become[00:00:37]
These legs are built upon a surly demise[00:00:42]
We all reach for a hand in which we will guide[00:00:50]
Let's sit quiet and we shall not stir[00:01:31]
Your mouth is fragrant[00:01:35]
And lassoing this room[00:01:38]
And never is too long to date[00:01:41]
Your crusty petals are prying away[00:01:45]
Pails of cheer have become stains[00:02:35]