| Song | The Gift of Paralysis |
| Artist | Envy on the Coast |
| Album | Lucy Gray |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| Alarming to the senses | |
| As the scent of latex | |
| And blinding white lights greet me | |
| He's withered, weak, and weary | |
| His bones are bare and brittle | |
| Can't rid this taste of surgery | |
| Of surgery, accusing me | |
| Of perjury, like surgery correcting me | |
| I'm bouncing in and out of my body | |
| Eyes roll in rhythm | |
| As they wish to focus | |
| They can't bear to see | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that's half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Well these bones are mere accessories | |
| The doctor said he heard me | |
| Stutter as muttered | |
| A startling repetitious phrase | |
| And under anesthesia | |
| I told him over and over again | |
| This body's yours to keep | |
| And though he promised me | |
| He said he'd do as | |
| I please I stand before you | |
| On these same selfish feet | |
| I'm bouncing in and out of my body | |
| Eyes roll in rhythm | |
| As they wish to focus | |
| But they can't bear to see | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that's half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| His neck is shattered by the tides | |
| The ocean prays for his demise | |
| But I swear to you | |
| I watched his heart pump blood into those veins | |
| Throwing punches at ocean waves | |
| And as the tides retired | |
| I saw the smile you see today | |
| To own a heart that's half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that's half of yours, half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Throwing punches at ocean waves |
| zuo qu : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| Alarming to the senses | |
| As the scent of latex | |
| And blinding white lights greet me | |
| He' s withered, weak, and weary | |
| His bones are bare and brittle | |
| Can' t rid this taste of surgery | |
| Of surgery, accusing me | |
| Of perjury, like surgery correcting me | |
| I' m bouncing in and out of my body | |
| Eyes roll in rhythm | |
| As they wish to focus | |
| They can' t bear to see | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Well these bones are mere accessories | |
| The doctor said he heard me | |
| Stutter as muttered | |
| A startling repetitious phrase | |
| And under anesthesia | |
| I told him over and over again | |
| This body' s yours to keep | |
| And though he promised me | |
| He said he' d do as | |
| I please I stand before you | |
| On these same selfish feet | |
| I' m bouncing in and out of my body | |
| Eyes roll in rhythm | |
| As they wish to focus | |
| But they can' t bear to see | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| His neck is shattered by the tides | |
| The ocean prays for his demise | |
| But I swear to you | |
| I watched his heart pump blood into those veins | |
| Throwing punches at ocean waves | |
| And as the tides retired | |
| I saw the smile you see today | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours, half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Throwing punches at ocean waves |
| zuò qǔ : Envy On The Coast, Hunter | |
| Alarming to the senses | |
| As the scent of latex | |
| And blinding white lights greet me | |
| He' s withered, weak, and weary | |
| His bones are bare and brittle | |
| Can' t rid this taste of surgery | |
| Of surgery, accusing me | |
| Of perjury, like surgery correcting me | |
| I' m bouncing in and out of my body | |
| Eyes roll in rhythm | |
| As they wish to focus | |
| They can' t bear to see | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Well these bones are mere accessories | |
| The doctor said he heard me | |
| Stutter as muttered | |
| A startling repetitious phrase | |
| And under anesthesia | |
| I told him over and over again | |
| This body' s yours to keep | |
| And though he promised me | |
| He said he' d do as | |
| I please I stand before you | |
| On these same selfish feet | |
| I' m bouncing in and out of my body | |
| Eyes roll in rhythm | |
| As they wish to focus | |
| But they can' t bear to see | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| His neck is shattered by the tides | |
| The ocean prays for his demise | |
| But I swear to you | |
| I watched his heart pump blood into those veins | |
| Throwing punches at ocean waves | |
| And as the tides retired | |
| I saw the smile you see today | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Our eyes are paralyzed | |
| As your legs are canonized | |
| With the water from these seas | |
| To own a heart that' s half of yours, half of yours | |
| These bones are mere accessories | |
| Throwing punches at ocean waves |