| Song | White Waves |
| Artist | Shearwater |
| Album | Palo Santo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Meiburg | |
| I won't go traveling tonight | |
| I won't go back to the wolves, now | |
| There's something singing in the ice | |
| In the deepest part of the world | |
| And a film across my eyes | |
| As I'm watching all the waves turn white | |
| He took me out on the tide | |
| To make pearls of my eyes | |
| And uncover me, oh, without asking | |
| Tore every stich, every line, every hook, every eye | |
| Between him and the diamonds, diamonds | |
| I would not give, but maybe tonight I will | |
| With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart | |
| As I'm bound and flayed alive | |
| Oh, don't go traveling tonight | |
| Hold that child in your arms | |
| Well, there's no more canaries in the mine | |
| And a cloud, black over the water | |
| And a voice, low in my ear | |
| Says, "The things that we did here will never die" |
| zuo qu : Meiburg | |
| I won' t go traveling tonight | |
| I won' t go back to the wolves, now | |
| There' s something singing in the ice | |
| In the deepest part of the world | |
| And a film across my eyes | |
| As I' m watching all the waves turn white | |
| He took me out on the tide | |
| To make pearls of my eyes | |
| And uncover me, oh, without asking | |
| Tore every stich, every line, every hook, every eye | |
| Between him and the diamonds, diamonds | |
| I would not give, but maybe tonight I will | |
| With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart | |
| As I' m bound and flayed alive | |
| Oh, don' t go traveling tonight | |
| Hold that child in your arms | |
| Well, there' s no more canaries in the mine | |
| And a cloud, black over the water | |
| And a voice, low in my ear | |
| Says, " The things that we did here will never die" |
| zuò qǔ : Meiburg | |
| I won' t go traveling tonight | |
| I won' t go back to the wolves, now | |
| There' s something singing in the ice | |
| In the deepest part of the world | |
| And a film across my eyes | |
| As I' m watching all the waves turn white | |
| He took me out on the tide | |
| To make pearls of my eyes | |
| And uncover me, oh, without asking | |
| Tore every stich, every line, every hook, every eye | |
| Between him and the diamonds, diamonds | |
| I would not give, but maybe tonight I will | |
| With you holding my arms and my stuttering heart | |
| As I' m bound and flayed alive | |
| Oh, don' t go traveling tonight | |
| Hold that child in your arms | |
| Well, there' s no more canaries in the mine | |
| And a cloud, black over the water | |
| And a voice, low in my ear | |
| Says, " The things that we did here will never die" |