LRC歌词
[10:48.00]浣滄洸 : JOHNSON GLEN ASHLEY
[10:48.00]浣滆瘝 : Johnson, Raymonde
[10:48.00]Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock
[10:48.00]The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire
[10:48.00]I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history twice
[10:48.00]In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs - shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever I cared about
[10:48.00]So you are lost somewhere in here - your body, a raft,spinning towards the falls
[10:48.00]Your death claimed me too - there were two throats in the noose but mine now swallows whiskey, mine is not now bruised
[10:48.00]The black mouth of this month, bruised lips, black ice, forms a sickly smile across London's sky
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文本歌词
浣滄洸 : JOHNSON GLEN ASHLEY
浣滆瘝 : Johnson, Raymonde
Breaking Winter up by shooting numbers from the clock
The cat sleeps on the atlas in Alsace Lorraine, dreaming long grass and birds on the wire
I have memories no deeper than this glass and some besides that stretch history twice
In a super 8 film colour haze, a scratched nostalgia that runs through my cogs - shot through the fog; time taking care of whatever I cared about
So you are lost somewhere in here - your body, a raft,spinning towards the falls
Your death claimed me too - there were two throats in the noose but mine now swallows whiskey, mine is not now bruised
The black mouth of this month, bruised lips, black ice, forms a sickly smile across London's sky
