| Song | Coma / Smoke |
| Artist | Hailaker |
| Album | Coma / Smoke / I Could Be Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Ed Tullett/Jemima Coulter |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ed Tullett/Jemima Coulter |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:05.77] | Where’d you go? |
| [00:09.10] | So I know |
| [00:12.69] | Decided I’m leaving |
| [00:16.96] | Somersault |
| [00:20.36] | I’ll dissolve |
| [00:23.81] | There’s no way of knowing |
| [00:32.19] | |
| [00:34.06] | Oh, and I finally caught a coma |
| [00:48.06] | Oh and my irony forged an omen |
| [00:55.10] | |
| [00:58.88] | Couldn’t hear your name |
| [01:01.56] | Couldn’t steer on my own; |
| [01:04.32] | You had barely aged |
| [01:07.09] | Let it domino |
| [01:09.77] | In the evening |
| [01:12.45] | Had I said I’d postpone? |
| [01:15.16] | Sever all your limbs |
| [01:17.84] | Follow head over toes |
| [01:20.56] | |
| [01:20.67] | Years ago |
| [01:23.38] | I coined the portmanteau |
| [01:28.87] | I tore the words you sewed |
| [01:33.57] | Thought that I would shape it |
| [01:36.33] | It’s all in the cadence |
| [01:38.84] | Hard enough to say at all |
| [01:42.54] | |
| [01:42.59] | Oh, and I finally caught a coma |
| [01:53.30] | Oh and my irony forged an omen |
| [02:00.52] | |
| [02:04.29] | Further in a deeper haze |
| [02:07.01] | Oh I couldn’t steer on my own |
| [02:09.70] | Hardly had an even say |
| [02:12.43] | Had I even said I’d postpone? |
| [02:15.11] | |
| [02:15.13] | Further in a deeper haze |
| [02:17.89] | Oh I couldn’t steer on my own |
| [02:20.64] | Hardly had an even say |
| [02:23.39] | Had I even said I’d postpone? |
| [02:26.26] | |
| [03:11.54] | Sister I know |
| [03:17.14] | Harder than most |
| [03:22.33] | When you’re bitter to the ‘aura’ |
| [03:27.91] | She never spoke |
| [03:33.25] | The better of a woman |
| [03:36.93] | She was the colour of smoke |
| [03:44.27] | Go farther in the furrow, called it off |
| [03:49.59] | She was held in a choke |
| [03:55.18] | And the corners of the atlas |
| [03:58.75] | Seared, white as a tone |
| [04:06.14] | A murmur at the lighter |
| [04:08.69] | Sounds of naphtha |
| [04:11.51] | Burned harder than most |
| [04:14.47] |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Ed Tullett Jemima Coulter |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Ed Tullett Jemima Coulter |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:05.77] | Where' d you go? |
| [00:09.10] | So I know |
| [00:12.69] | Decided I' m leaving |
| [00:16.96] | Somersault |
| [00:20.36] | I' ll dissolve |
| [00:23.81] | There' s no way of knowing |
| [00:32.19] | |
| [00:34.06] | Oh, and I finally caught a coma |
| [00:48.06] | Oh and my irony forged an omen |
| [00:55.10] | |
| [00:58.88] | Couldn' t hear your name |
| [01:01.56] | Couldn' t steer on my own |
| [01:04.32] | You had barely aged |
| [01:07.09] | Let it domino |
| [01:09.77] | In the evening |
| [01:12.45] | Had I said I' d postpone? |
| [01:15.16] | Sever all your limbs |
| [01:17.84] | Follow head over toes |
| [01:20.56] | |
| [01:20.67] | Years ago |
| [01:23.38] | I coined the portmanteau |
| [01:28.87] | I tore the words you sewed |
| [01:33.57] | Thought that I would shape it |
| [01:36.33] | It' s all in the cadence |
| [01:38.84] | Hard enough to say at all |
| [01:42.54] | |
| [01:42.59] | Oh, and I finally caught a coma |
| [01:53.30] | Oh and my irony forged an omen |
| [02:00.52] | |
| [02:04.29] | Further in a deeper haze |
| [02:07.01] | Oh I couldn' t steer on my own |
| [02:09.70] | Hardly had an even say |
| [02:12.43] | Had I even said I' d postpone? |
| [02:15.11] | |
| [02:15.13] | Further in a deeper haze |
| [02:17.89] | Oh I couldn' t steer on my own |
| [02:20.64] | Hardly had an even say |
| [02:23.39] | Had I even said I' d postpone? |
| [02:26.26] | |
| [03:11.54] | Sister I know |
| [03:17.14] | Harder than most |
| [03:22.33] | When you' re bitter to the ' aura' |
| [03:27.91] | She never spoke |
| [03:33.25] | The better of a woman |
| [03:36.93] | She was the colour of smoke |
| [03:44.27] | Go farther in the furrow, called it off |
| [03:49.59] | She was held in a choke |
| [03:55.18] | And the corners of the atlas |
| [03:58.75] | Seared, white as a tone |
| [04:06.14] | A murmur at the lighter |
| [04:08.69] | Sounds of naphtha |
| [04:11.51] | Burned harder than most |
| [04:14.47] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Ed Tullett Jemima Coulter |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ed Tullett Jemima Coulter |
| [00:00.00] | |
| [00:05.77] | Where' d you go? |
| [00:09.10] | So I know |
| [00:12.69] | Decided I' m leaving |
| [00:16.96] | Somersault |
| [00:20.36] | I' ll dissolve |
| [00:23.81] | There' s no way of knowing |
| [00:32.19] | |
| [00:34.06] | Oh, and I finally caught a coma |
| [00:48.06] | Oh and my irony forged an omen |
| [00:55.10] | |
| [00:58.88] | Couldn' t hear your name |
| [01:01.56] | Couldn' t steer on my own |
| [01:04.32] | You had barely aged |
| [01:07.09] | Let it domino |
| [01:09.77] | In the evening |
| [01:12.45] | Had I said I' d postpone? |
| [01:15.16] | Sever all your limbs |
| [01:17.84] | Follow head over toes |
| [01:20.56] | |
| [01:20.67] | Years ago |
| [01:23.38] | I coined the portmanteau |
| [01:28.87] | I tore the words you sewed |
| [01:33.57] | Thought that I would shape it |
| [01:36.33] | It' s all in the cadence |
| [01:38.84] | Hard enough to say at all |
| [01:42.54] | |
| [01:42.59] | Oh, and I finally caught a coma |
| [01:53.30] | Oh and my irony forged an omen |
| [02:00.52] | |
| [02:04.29] | Further in a deeper haze |
| [02:07.01] | Oh I couldn' t steer on my own |
| [02:09.70] | Hardly had an even say |
| [02:12.43] | Had I even said I' d postpone? |
| [02:15.11] | |
| [02:15.13] | Further in a deeper haze |
| [02:17.89] | Oh I couldn' t steer on my own |
| [02:20.64] | Hardly had an even say |
| [02:23.39] | Had I even said I' d postpone? |
| [02:26.26] | |
| [03:11.54] | Sister I know |
| [03:17.14] | Harder than most |
| [03:22.33] | When you' re bitter to the ' aura' |
| [03:27.91] | She never spoke |
| [03:33.25] | The better of a woman |
| [03:36.93] | She was the colour of smoke |
| [03:44.27] | Go farther in the furrow, called it off |
| [03:49.59] | She was held in a choke |
| [03:55.18] | And the corners of the atlas |
| [03:58.75] | Seared, white as a tone |
| [04:06.14] | A murmur at the lighter |
| [04:08.69] | Sounds of naphtha |
| [04:11.51] | Burned harder than most |
| [04:14.47] |