| Song | Wingbone |
| Artist | Califone |
| Album | Heron King Blues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rutili | |
| fill my belly with your whispering | |
| some barely on the thread orange sound | |
| water sworn and cotton fire | |
| cold light swallowing your song | |
| pasture moonlight newborn legs | |
| let the constellations drop | |
| crack your scorn water your grave | |
| only when you're half erased | |
| forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace | |
| cold light sifting through | |
| lift the shade and let the night in | |
| carry your bed on wingbone legs | |
| let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave | |
| sharpening the edges of your face | |
| lost a day bed of nails lost your lines | |
| only when your wrecked only when you're half erased | |
| loneliness aside it's alright |
| zuo qu : Rutili | |
| fill my belly with your whispering | |
| some barely on the thread orange sound | |
| water sworn and cotton fire | |
| cold light swallowing your song | |
| pasture moonlight newborn legs | |
| let the constellations drop | |
| crack your scorn water your grave | |
| only when you' re half erased | |
| forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace | |
| cold light sifting through | |
| lift the shade and let the night in | |
| carry your bed on wingbone legs | |
| let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave | |
| sharpening the edges of your face | |
| lost a day bed of nails lost your lines | |
| only when your wrecked only when you' re half erased | |
| loneliness aside it' s alright |
| zuò qǔ : Rutili | |
| fill my belly with your whispering | |
| some barely on the thread orange sound | |
| water sworn and cotton fire | |
| cold light swallowing your song | |
| pasture moonlight newborn legs | |
| let the constellations drop | |
| crack your scorn water your grave | |
| only when you' re half erased | |
| forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace | |
| cold light sifting through | |
| lift the shade and let the night in | |
| carry your bed on wingbone legs | |
| let the constellations drop water your scorn and crack your grave | |
| sharpening the edges of your face | |
| lost a day bed of nails lost your lines | |
| only when your wrecked only when you' re half erased | |
| loneliness aside it' s alright |