LRC歌词
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[ti:Lomo]
[ar:Klimt 1918]
[al:Dopoguerra]
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[00:00.000]Lomo - Klimt 1918
[00:00.700]Written by:Marco Soellner
[00:01.403]Just a dawning of a new day
[00:04.445]Morning through his stained sheets
[00:11.506]Someone lies in a poster
[00:14.907]Oh he shows no repentance
[00:22.235]Skinny boy undercover
[00:25.730]Caught in his finer years
[00:32.843]Slit of light shines his fingers
[00:35.824]Takes in view his lonely mouth
[00:43.130]A glimpse of joy
[00:45.445]From the small things of his life
[00:48.123]Waiting to succumb another day
[00:53.511]A pill of bliss
[00:55.633]A trail of sun between their harms
[00:58.479]Standin' here for my last photograph
[01:06.616]In the deafness of his silence
[01:09.707]Dust moves in a empty space it's secret is safe
[01:13.677]He heals the wounds to make they cry again
[01:17.364]Looking the hole in the grey floor
[01:20.062]He licks his wounds secretly
[01:26.770]He used to lose all ambitions
[01:30.614]Floating through the waves of past
[01:33.123]Pictures clothes memories that hold him far away
[01:38.252]Not a sunday comes in sorrow
[01:41.005]Failure makes a common day
[02:48.724]Who has no grace
[02:51.250]Loves the small things of his life
[02:53.982]There's no world but this one today
[02:58.671]With tired eyes
[03:01.529]We have passed through this night
[03:03.959]Standin' here for our last photograph
文本歌词
Lomo - Klimt 1918
Written by:Marco Soellner
Just a dawning of a new day
Morning through his stained sheets
Someone lies in a poster
Oh he shows no repentance
Skinny boy undercover
Caught in his finer years
Slit of light shines his fingers
Takes in view his lonely mouth
A glimpse of joy
From the small things of his life
Waiting to succumb another day
A pill of bliss
A trail of sun between their harms
Standin' here for my last photograph
In the deafness of his silence
Dust moves in a empty space it's secret is safe
He heals the wounds to make they cry again
Looking the hole in the grey floor
He licks his wounds secretly
He used to lose all ambitions
Floating through the waves of past
Pictures clothes memories that hold him far away
Not a sunday comes in sorrow
Failure makes a common day
Who has no grace
Loves the small things of his life
There's no world but this one today
With tired eyes
We have passed through this night
Standin' here for our last photograph