作词 : looms. 作曲 : George Kennedy/Christopher Tennant Stretch the palms, grabbing the sky Direction parts but he managing fine He means that bleak black, green pack wrapped in the white Hang looser than the family ties Trapped in the mind, heater off to a gloom On a throne built from bones and the parts of his tomb Bars commit more with the staff at the stoop You can catch him at the marsh or the moon like Looms Uh, you can run but you can't hide Being low in this the awful way you're found Running tracks ain't the same as seeing finish lines Sitting by the riverside puffing grey clouds In your rainbow, still with the raincoat Pocket been carrying the kings like Parliament Twist spliffs in the mist, grass artisans Rip lips from the quip bark charlatans
Can I tell you something Never told anyone before?
Oh, Looms be thick as the smoke See the sinner grew thinner and move the mirror remote The lyrics and codes be promissory notes Sees the seas but he ain't ever missing the boat It's high tide in the brightside burn the neck learnt Lessons learned in depth from the damage of days Carry the weight, still the charity case And he's still most languid where we happen to lay it Supine new life, bruised from the start But it's calm when humans in the dance or whatever So, for now, let us dance in endeavors You would never see the last of our efforts So the low stay subterranean Bright as the night, very bathed in its radiance [?] Pen gripped to grade the lace to the cranium Never been about raiding the salience
Nohidea, no idea
[00:00.000] 作词 : looms. [00:01.000] 作曲 : George Kennedy/Christopher Tennant [00:11.449] Stretch the palms, grabbing the sky [00:14.434] Direction parts but he managing fine [00:17.189] He means that bleak black, green pack wrapped in the white [00:20.618] Hang looser than the family ties [00:23.404] Trapped in the mind, heater off to a gloom [00:25.525] On a throne built from bones and the parts of his tomb [00:28.845] Bars commit more with the staff at the stoop [00:31.410] You can catch him at the marsh or the moon like Looms [00:34.307] Uh, you can run but you can't hide [00:37.507] Being low in this the awful way you're found [00:40.282] Running tracks ain't the same as seeing finish lines [00:43.165] Sitting by the riverside puffing grey clouds [00:45.995] In your rainbow, still with the raincoat [00:48.892] Pocket been carrying the kings like Parliament [00:51.418] Twist spliffs in the mist, grass artisans [00:54.905] Rip lips from the quip bark charlatans [01:00.493] [01:01.385] Can I tell you something [01:04.277] Never told anyone before? [01:08.412] [01:08.819] Oh, Looms be thick as the smoke [01:11.295] See the sinner grew thinner and move the mirror remote [01:14.065] The lyrics and codes be promissory notes [01:16.717] Sees the seas but he ain't ever missing the boat [01:19.743] It's high tide in the brightside burn the neck learnt [01:22.880] Lessons learned in depth from the damage of days [01:25.578] Carry the weight, still the charity case [01:28.270] And he's still most languid where we happen to lay it [01:31.155] Supine new life, bruised from the start [01:34.255] But it's calm when humans in the dance or whatever [01:37.248] So, for now, let us dance in endeavors [01:40.236] You would never see the last of our efforts [01:43.101] So the low stay subterranean [01:46.891] Bright as the night, very bathed in its radiance [01:48.332] [?] Pen gripped to grade the lace to the cranium [01:51.298] Never been about raiding the salience [01:56.402] [01:57.316] Nohidea, no idea
