Rainbows in the Dark Lyrics
| Song | Rainbows in the Dark |
| Artist | Tilly and the Wall |
| Album | Bottoms of Barrels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tilly And The Wall | |
| One, two, three, four! | |
| I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love | |
| Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough | |
| I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove | |
| Which tagged me a naïve son | |
| So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights | |
| And they stuck up their noses and started some fights | |
| Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands | |
| While my father was slaving, my mother explained it | |
| Sometimes that's just how it is | |
| So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy | |
| Finally held up her fists, said "I'm done being coy!" | |
| And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy | |
| We finally had front-page news | |
| Although it was sad, | |
| I couldn't help but laugh | |
| Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat | |
| I laid on my back, let the punk record spin | |
| The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars | |
| It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark | |
| So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers | |
| They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour | |
| They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial | |
| But I didn't feel them change | |
| Then I met a man with a fist for a hand | |
| Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in | |
| Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed | |
| The gift of a fat-lipped grin | |
| Now they're drilling my teeth while | |
| I'm soiling sheets | |
| With my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings | |
| And even when truth doesn't help with the sting | |
| Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour | |
| You pull them out, feel they're changed | |
| No need for a thousand cranes | |
| So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning | |
| The friends that | |
| I have and the shoes we’re not shining | |
| The drunk horn’s so violent, all spinning out sounds | |
| But the colour’s so vibrant , the colour’s so loud | |
| The newly-born crying realizing what life is | |
| The eyes of my grandfather right before dying | |
| The see-saw of all, its rickety bounce | |
| The feeling of coming, the feeling of going | |
| The mother, the child, the tame and the wild | |
| The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire | |
| The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake | |
| Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams | |
| Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
| Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river |
| zuo ci : Tilly And The Wall | |
| One, two, three, four! | |
| I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love | |
| Built a fondness for things that just weren' t good enough | |
| I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove | |
| Which tagged me a na ve son | |
| So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights | |
| And they stuck up their noses and started some fights | |
| Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands | |
| While my father was slaving, my mother explained it | |
| Sometimes that' s just how it is | |
| So my sister went kissing a mapleskinned boy | |
| Finally held up her fists, said " I' m done being coy!" | |
| And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy | |
| We finally had frontpage news | |
| Although it was sad, | |
| I couldn' t help but laugh | |
| Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat | |
| I laid on my back, let the punk record spin | |
| The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars | |
| It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark | |
| So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers | |
| They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour | |
| They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial | |
| But I didn' t feel them change | |
| Then I met a man with a fist for a hand | |
| Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in | |
| Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed | |
| The gift of a fatlipped grin | |
| Now they' re drilling my teeth while | |
| I' m soiling sheets | |
| With my lover, she' s counting the diamonds on rings | |
| And even when truth doesn' t help with the sting | |
| Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour | |
| You pull them out, feel they' re changed | |
| No need for a thousand cranes | |
| So I thank the city, the lights that it' s spinning | |
| The friends that | |
| I have and the shoes we' re not shining | |
| The drunk horn' s so violent, all spinning out sounds | |
| But the colour' s so vibrant , the colour' s so loud | |
| The newlyborn crying realizing what life is | |
| The eyes of my grandfather right before dying | |
| The seesaw of all, its rickety bounce | |
| The feeling of coming, the feeling of going | |
| The mother, the child, the tame and the wild | |
| The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire | |
| The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake | |
| Oh, I' m finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river |
| zuò cí : Tilly And The Wall | |
| One, two, three, four! | |
| I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love | |
| Built a fondness for things that just weren' t good enough | |
| I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove | |
| Which tagged me a na ve son | |
| So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights | |
| And they stuck up their noses and started some fights | |
| Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands | |
| While my father was slaving, my mother explained it | |
| Sometimes that' s just how it is | |
| So my sister went kissing a mapleskinned boy | |
| Finally held up her fists, said " I' m done being coy!" | |
| And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy | |
| We finally had frontpage news | |
| Although it was sad, | |
| I couldn' t help but laugh | |
| Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat | |
| I laid on my back, let the punk record spin | |
| The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars | |
| It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark | |
| So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers | |
| They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour | |
| They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial | |
| But I didn' t feel them change | |
| Then I met a man with a fist for a hand | |
| Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in | |
| Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed | |
| The gift of a fatlipped grin | |
| Now they' re drilling my teeth while | |
| I' m soiling sheets | |
| With my lover, she' s counting the diamonds on rings | |
| And even when truth doesn' t help with the sting | |
| Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour | |
| You pull them out, feel they' re changed | |
| No need for a thousand cranes | |
| So I thank the city, the lights that it' s spinning | |
| The friends that | |
| I have and the shoes we' re not shining | |
| The drunk horn' s so violent, all spinning out sounds | |
| But the colour' s so vibrant , the colour' s so loud | |
| The newlyborn crying realizing what life is | |
| The eyes of my grandfather right before dying | |
| The seesaw of all, its rickety bounce | |
| The feeling of coming, the feeling of going | |
| The mother, the child, the tame and the wild | |
| The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire | |
| The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake | |
| Oh, I' m finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
| Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river |
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