LRC歌词
[ti:Weights & Measures (Acoustic)]
[ar:Dry the River]
[al:Shallow Bed (Acoustic)]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]Weights & Measures (Acoustic) - Dry the River
[00:00.43]You've made your decision
[00:07.41]Now get up and leave
[00:14.55]The familiar sting of the woodcutter's
[00:20.28]Swing to the tree
[00:26.35]I'll fall in the forest
[00:33.00]To elbows and knees
[00:40.30]And it won't make a sound
[00:43.90]Since there's no one around
[00:47.22]Here to see
[00:52.55]I was prepared to love you
[01:05.36]And never respect anything of you
[01:24.53]If the spirit has left you baby
[01:30.73]Don't lie to yourself
[01:37.76]Put them old records on
[01:40.56]And admit that it's gone somewhere
[01:49.47]Just because we're beasts of blame by nature
[01:55.40]Doesn't mean that you should carry it again
[02:02.50]It's a question of needs and not rosary
[02:07.67]Beads in the end
[02:14.26]I was prepared to love you
[02:26.46]And never respect anything of you
[02:38.69]There's no patron saint of sudden restraint
[02:45.30]Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
[02:53.22]Just a funeral wake
[03:06.57]And in comes the black night
[03:12.58]Calling your name since you were born
[03:18.70]But I couldn't hear it
[03:25.60]I was empty as a drum
[03:43.50]I was prepared to love you
[03:55.75]And never expect anything of you
[04:07.92]And there's no patron saint of sudden restraint
[04:14.82]Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
[04:22.48]Just a funeral wake
文本歌词
Weights & Measures (Acoustic) - Dry the River
You've made your decision
Now get up and leave
The familiar sting of the woodcutter's
Swing to the tree
I'll fall in the forest
To elbows and knees
And it won't make a sound
Since there's no one around
Here to see
I was prepared to love you
And never respect anything of you
If the spirit has left you baby
Don't lie to yourself
Put them old records on
And admit that it's gone somewhere
Just because we're beasts of blame by nature
Doesn't mean that you should carry it again
It's a question of needs and not rosary
Beads in the end
I was prepared to love you
And never respect anything of you
There's no patron saint of sudden restraint
Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
Just a funeral wake
And in comes the black night
Calling your name since you were born
But I couldn't hear it
I was empty as a drum
I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
And there's no patron saint of sudden restraint
Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
Just a funeral wake