Devil in the Water Lyrics
| Song | Devil in the Water |
| Artist | matt pond PA |
| Album | Several Arrows Later |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Matt Pond Pa | |
| Tonight the sounds are from the ceiling | |
| they turned up to be a floor | |
| strained on muffled conversations | |
| the eyes hesitate for more | |
| laying low but not escaping | |
| find by contrast what is free | |
| hear reminders in the spacing | |
| the time when it is hard to breathe | |
| the sun on the street | |
| looks good to me | |
| burning and gold | |
| for a while it's hard to see where we come from | |
| let's go to the sea | |
| take memory | |
| buried in sand | |
| 'til the tide comes in and drowns it | |
| no one's pulling up the floorboards | |
| to find out how we can stand | |
| stop throwing salt outside the windows | |
| looking hard to see it land | |
| the sun on the street | |
| looks good to me | |
| burning and yellow | |
| for a while it's hard to see where we come from | |
| let's go to the sea | |
| take memory | |
| buried in sand | |
| 'til the tide comes in and drowns it | |
| no one knows what anybody knows | |
| no one knows what they're thinking about | |
| spend our time guessing, spend it all | |
| spend our time guessing, spend it all | |
| when it's over, why can't it be gone... |
| zuo qu : Matt Pond Pa | |
| Tonight the sounds are from the ceiling | |
| they turned up to be a floor | |
| strained on muffled conversations | |
| the eyes hesitate for more | |
| laying low but not escaping | |
| find by contrast what is free | |
| hear reminders in the spacing | |
| the time when it is hard to breathe | |
| the sun on the street | |
| looks good to me | |
| burning and gold | |
| for a while it' s hard to see where we come from | |
| let' s go to the sea | |
| take memory | |
| buried in sand | |
| ' til the tide comes in and drowns it | |
| no one' s pulling up the floorboards | |
| to find out how we can stand | |
| stop throwing salt outside the windows | |
| looking hard to see it land | |
| the sun on the street | |
| looks good to me | |
| burning and yellow | |
| for a while it' s hard to see where we come from | |
| let' s go to the sea | |
| take memory | |
| buried in sand | |
| ' til the tide comes in and drowns it | |
| no one knows what anybody knows | |
| no one knows what they' re thinking about | |
| spend our time guessing, spend it all | |
| spend our time guessing, spend it all | |
| when it' s over, why can' t it be gone... |
| zuò qǔ : Matt Pond Pa | |
| Tonight the sounds are from the ceiling | |
| they turned up to be a floor | |
| strained on muffled conversations | |
| the eyes hesitate for more | |
| laying low but not escaping | |
| find by contrast what is free | |
| hear reminders in the spacing | |
| the time when it is hard to breathe | |
| the sun on the street | |
| looks good to me | |
| burning and gold | |
| for a while it' s hard to see where we come from | |
| let' s go to the sea | |
| take memory | |
| buried in sand | |
| ' til the tide comes in and drowns it | |
| no one' s pulling up the floorboards | |
| to find out how we can stand | |
| stop throwing salt outside the windows | |
| looking hard to see it land | |
| the sun on the street | |
| looks good to me | |
| burning and yellow | |
| for a while it' s hard to see where we come from | |
| let' s go to the sea | |
| take memory | |
| buried in sand | |
| ' til the tide comes in and drowns it | |
| no one knows what anybody knows | |
| no one knows what they' re thinking about | |
| spend our time guessing, spend it all | |
| spend our time guessing, spend it all | |
| when it' s over, why can' t it be gone... |
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