Song | Worm Waltz |
Artist | Gosling |
Album | Here Is... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ingersoll | |
You can't keep the sun in a hole underground, | |
So why does the worm feel so profound? | |
He's in the ground. | |
Slither and crawl, | |
Through your worm castle halls | |
Yeah but the rain clouds conspire overhead. | |
You carry your flashlight attached to your head, | |
Making your own point of view | |
The tunnels seem long | |
But you said you were strong | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do | |
Reverse all the scenes | |
Make the dirty feel clean | |
You got stuck inside the muddy machine | |
Muddy machine | |
Spray your demands | |
Make the slaves understand | |
That there's positions and a chain of command | |
You carry your flashlight attached to your head, | |
Making your own point of view | |
The tunnels seem long | |
But you said you were strong | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do | |
The treetops stand tall | |
And the rain starts to fall | |
As your majesty king of the worms | |
Is under terms. | |
Conditions and contracts | |
And properties too | |
You want love from a worm's point of view. | |
You know your money can't come when you go. | |
You spend up all your days down in a hole. | |
I know you think you're loved by everyone | |
But let me tell you that your time is gonna come. | |
I know some birds that wanna stick a beak in to you. | |
Contract and expand | |
As you squirm through the sand | |
You're gonna end up right where you began | |
So what's your plan? | |
The waves flood your tomb | |
And it looks like you're doomed | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do. | |
You need love. | |
What you need's love. | |
Can't you bre-love | |
Make you feel love. | |
Can't you breath... |
zuo qu : Ingersoll | |
You can' t keep the sun in a hole underground, | |
So why does the worm feel so profound? | |
He' s in the ground. | |
Slither and crawl, | |
Through your worm castle halls | |
Yeah but the rain clouds conspire overhead. | |
You carry your flashlight attached to your head, | |
Making your own point of view | |
The tunnels seem long | |
But you said you were strong | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do | |
Reverse all the scenes | |
Make the dirty feel clean | |
You got stuck inside the muddy machine | |
Muddy machine | |
Spray your demands | |
Make the slaves understand | |
That there' s positions and a chain of command | |
You carry your flashlight attached to your head, | |
Making your own point of view | |
The tunnels seem long | |
But you said you were strong | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do | |
The treetops stand tall | |
And the rain starts to fall | |
As your majesty king of the worms | |
Is under terms. | |
Conditions and contracts | |
And properties too | |
You want love from a worm' s point of view. | |
You know your money can' t come when you go. | |
You spend up all your days down in a hole. | |
I know you think you' re loved by everyone | |
But let me tell you that your time is gonna come. | |
I know some birds that wanna stick a beak in to you. | |
Contract and expand | |
As you squirm through the sand | |
You' re gonna end up right where you began | |
So what' s your plan? | |
The waves flood your tomb | |
And it looks like you' re doomed | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do. | |
You need love. | |
What you need' s love. | |
Can' t you brelove | |
Make you feel love. | |
Can' t you breath... |
zuò qǔ : Ingersoll | |
You can' t keep the sun in a hole underground, | |
So why does the worm feel so profound? | |
He' s in the ground. | |
Slither and crawl, | |
Through your worm castle halls | |
Yeah but the rain clouds conspire overhead. | |
You carry your flashlight attached to your head, | |
Making your own point of view | |
The tunnels seem long | |
But you said you were strong | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do | |
Reverse all the scenes | |
Make the dirty feel clean | |
You got stuck inside the muddy machine | |
Muddy machine | |
Spray your demands | |
Make the slaves understand | |
That there' s positions and a chain of command | |
You carry your flashlight attached to your head, | |
Making your own point of view | |
The tunnels seem long | |
But you said you were strong | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do | |
The treetops stand tall | |
And the rain starts to fall | |
As your majesty king of the worms | |
Is under terms. | |
Conditions and contracts | |
And properties too | |
You want love from a worm' s point of view. | |
You know your money can' t come when you go. | |
You spend up all your days down in a hole. | |
I know you think you' re loved by everyone | |
But let me tell you that your time is gonna come. | |
I know some birds that wanna stick a beak in to you. | |
Contract and expand | |
As you squirm through the sand | |
You' re gonna end up right where you began | |
So what' s your plan? | |
The waves flood your tomb | |
And it looks like you' re doomed | |
You want love, you need love | |
Yes you do, you really do. | |
You need love. | |
What you need' s love. | |
Can' t you brelove | |
Make you feel love. | |
Can' t you breath... |