Splinter Down Lyrics

	作曲 : Kimball, Mordred
	See you hunkered on the ground
	Magnifying glass in hand
	Can you focus in one spot for long enough?
	If you see the whispered smoke
	Curling vine-like from a leaf
	You will turn the glass on me
	That I know for sure
	Pass the boneyard on the left
	There's a secret that I keep
	Like a tick upon my skin
	I will take you to that place
	If you leave your glass behind
	Not afraid to say "I am afraid"
	You've got to learn which logs to cure
	Which ones to burn
	If I rake up all my wits
	Pile them up into a heap
	There's no guarantee that you won't be the wind
	Turn a placid day in fall
	Into a hurricane
	So if I stay inside again, some windows down
	You know I'm saying
	You've got to learn which logs to burn
	Which ones to cure
	And I wanna say this now
	When I see you with the timber I will splinter down
	And paint your arms with scars
	Paint your arms with scars
	[Breakdown]
	You won't ever let me out
	I won't ever let you
	That would serve me right
	Would serve me all too right
	That would serve me right
	Would serve me all too right
	Won't hear you laugh in my face, what's your name?
	Throw down your axe, you're a mess, what a shame
	[Solo]
	You've got to learn which logs to burn
	Which ones to cure
	And you know it's now
	Not long before the fire's spent
	And all your trouble's gone to waste
	Gone to waste
	You've got to learn which ones to burn
	Which ones to cure
	Which ones to do something with
	You've got to learn
	Which ones will burn you
	And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars

	zuo qu : Kimball, Mordred
	See you hunkered on the ground
	Magnifying glass in hand
	Can you focus in one spot for long enough?
	If you see the whispered smoke
	Curling vinelike from a leaf
	You will turn the glass on me
	That I know for sure
	Pass the boneyard on the left
	There' s a secret that I keep
	Like a tick upon my skin
	I will take you to that place
	If you leave your glass behind
	Not afraid to say " I am afraid"
	You' ve got to learn which logs to cure
	Which ones to burn
	If I rake up all my wits
	Pile them up into a heap
	There' s no guarantee that you won' t be the wind
	Turn a placid day in fall
	Into a hurricane
	So if I stay inside again, some windows down
	You know I' m saying
	You' ve got to learn which logs to burn
	Which ones to cure
	And I wanna say this now
	When I see you with the timber I will splinter down
	And paint your arms with scars
	Paint your arms with scars
	Breakdown
	You won' t ever let me out
	I won' t ever let you
	That would serve me right
	Would serve me all too right
	That would serve me right
	Would serve me all too right
	Won' t hear you laugh in my face, what' s your name?
	Throw down your axe, you' re a mess, what a shame
	Solo
	You' ve got to learn which logs to burn
	Which ones to cure
	And you know it' s now
	Not long before the fire' s spent
	And all your trouble' s gone to waste
	Gone to waste
	You' ve got to learn which ones to burn
	Which ones to cure
	Which ones to do something with
	You' ve got to learn
	Which ones will burn you
	And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars

	zuò qǔ : Kimball, Mordred
	See you hunkered on the ground
	Magnifying glass in hand
	Can you focus in one spot for long enough?
	If you see the whispered smoke
	Curling vinelike from a leaf
	You will turn the glass on me
	That I know for sure
	Pass the boneyard on the left
	There' s a secret that I keep
	Like a tick upon my skin
	I will take you to that place
	If you leave your glass behind
	Not afraid to say " I am afraid"
	You' ve got to learn which logs to cure
	Which ones to burn
	If I rake up all my wits
	Pile them up into a heap
	There' s no guarantee that you won' t be the wind
	Turn a placid day in fall
	Into a hurricane
	So if I stay inside again, some windows down
	You know I' m saying
	You' ve got to learn which logs to burn
	Which ones to cure
	And I wanna say this now
	When I see you with the timber I will splinter down
	And paint your arms with scars
	Paint your arms with scars
	Breakdown
	You won' t ever let me out
	I won' t ever let you
	That would serve me right
	Would serve me all too right
	That would serve me right
	Would serve me all too right
	Won' t hear you laugh in my face, what' s your name?
	Throw down your axe, you' re a mess, what a shame
	Solo
	You' ve got to learn which logs to burn
	Which ones to cure
	And you know it' s now
	Not long before the fire' s spent
	And all your trouble' s gone to waste
	Gone to waste
	You' ve got to learn which ones to burn
	Which ones to cure
	Which ones to do something with
	You' ve got to learn
	Which ones will burn you
	And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars

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