Ends of June Lyrics
| Song | Ends of June |
| Artist | Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love |
| Album | Ends Of June |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| After the age of toleration | |
| I looked about for the damage | |
| Another time i guess nothing happened | |
| Another time i heard our children crying | |
| It turned out to be on the TV | |
| We collect bones in the summer | |
| I sometimes find them strewn amongst the flowers | |
| Nothing makes | |
| Sense i guess | |
| Another kiss | |
| Of sensual | |
| Nullity | |
| Forever | |
| And ever | |
| It's over | |
| O' how the colours fill my eyelids | |
| I still cannot understand your language | |
| Even as the water left me breathless | |
| A sinking ship i know | |
| A sunken ship, though, no | |
| Forever just goes down | |
| We practiced and we gave out | |
| A blinking sofa maid | |
| Died before she made | |
| The cuts over her arms | |
| Spell out her discontentment | |
| My thread goes on and on | |
| And never finds an end | |
| And in the end we end | |
| And somebody gets paid | |
| Well black river flow | |
| Our children have left home | |
| It doesn't bear to think | |
| Who will clear their throats | |
| Spare a moment for this | |
| Spare a memory lest | |
| I forget i lived it |
| zuo qu : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| After the age of toleration | |
| I looked about for the damage | |
| Another time i guess nothing happened | |
| Another time i heard our children crying | |
| It turned out to be on the TV | |
| We collect bones in the summer | |
| I sometimes find them strewn amongst the flowers | |
| Nothing makes | |
| Sense i guess | |
| Another kiss | |
| Of sensual | |
| Nullity | |
| Forever | |
| And ever | |
| It' s over | |
| O' how the colours fill my eyelids | |
| I still cannot understand your language | |
| Even as the water left me breathless | |
| A sinking ship i know | |
| A sunken ship, though, no | |
| Forever just goes down | |
| We practiced and we gave out | |
| A blinking sofa maid | |
| Died before she made | |
| The cuts over her arms | |
| Spell out her discontentment | |
| My thread goes on and on | |
| And never finds an end | |
| And in the end we end | |
| And somebody gets paid | |
| Well black river flow | |
| Our children have left home | |
| It doesn' t bear to think | |
| Who will clear their throats | |
| Spare a moment for this | |
| Spare a memory lest | |
| I forget i lived it |
| zuò qǔ : Dyson, Dyson ... | |
| After the age of toleration | |
| I looked about for the damage | |
| Another time i guess nothing happened | |
| Another time i heard our children crying | |
| It turned out to be on the TV | |
| We collect bones in the summer | |
| I sometimes find them strewn amongst the flowers | |
| Nothing makes | |
| Sense i guess | |
| Another kiss | |
| Of sensual | |
| Nullity | |
| Forever | |
| And ever | |
| It' s over | |
| O' how the colours fill my eyelids | |
| I still cannot understand your language | |
| Even as the water left me breathless | |
| A sinking ship i know | |
| A sunken ship, though, no | |
| Forever just goes down | |
| We practiced and we gave out | |
| A blinking sofa maid | |
| Died before she made | |
| The cuts over her arms | |
| Spell out her discontentment | |
| My thread goes on and on | |
| And never finds an end | |
| And in the end we end | |
| And somebody gets paid | |
| Well black river flow | |
| Our children have left home | |
| It doesn' t bear to think | |
| Who will clear their throats | |
| Spare a moment for this | |
| Spare a memory lest | |
| I forget i lived it |
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