| Song | Keep The Streets Empty For Me - Live |
| Artist | Fever Ray |
| Album | Live In Lulea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Fever Ray, Nordlund |
| [00:33.592] | memory come when memory's old |
| [00:39.642] | i am never the first to know |
| [00:45.648] | following this stream up north |
| [00:51.900] | where do people like us float? |
| [00:57.798] | there is room in my lap |
| [01:03.448] | for bruises,asses,handclaps |
| [01:10.04] | i will never disappear |
| [01:16.101] | for forever,i'll be here |
| [01:22.149] | whispering |
| [01:26.739] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [01:38.636] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [01:51.900] | i'm laying down,eating snow |
| [01:58.157] | my fur is hot,my tongue is cold |
| [02:04.224] | on a bed of spider web |
| [02:10.239] | i think of how to change myself |
| [02:16.206] | a lot of hope in one man tent |
| [02:22.459] | there's no room for innocence |
| [02:28.307] | so take me home before the storm |
| [02:34.815] | velvet mites will keep us warm |
| [02:41.65] | whispering |
| [02:45.355] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [02:57.722] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:01.551] | whispering |
| [04:04.837] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:16.665] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:30.240] | uncover our heads and reveal our souls |
| [04:36.644] | we were hungry before we were born |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Fever Ray, Nordlund |
| [00:33.592] | memory come when memory' s old |
| [00:39.642] | i am never the first to know |
| [00:45.648] | following this stream up north |
| [00:51.900] | where do people like us float? |
| [00:57.798] | there is room in my lap |
| [01:03.448] | for bruises, asses, handclaps |
| [01:10.04] | i will never disappear |
| [01:16.101] | for forever, i' ll be here |
| [01:22.149] | whispering |
| [01:26.739] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [01:38.636] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [01:51.900] | i' m laying down, eating snow |
| [01:58.157] | my fur is hot, my tongue is cold |
| [02:04.224] | on a bed of spider web |
| [02:10.239] | i think of how to change myself |
| [02:16.206] | a lot of hope in one man tent |
| [02:22.459] | there' s no room for innocence |
| [02:28.307] | so take me home before the storm |
| [02:34.815] | velvet mites will keep us warm |
| [02:41.65] | whispering |
| [02:45.355] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [02:57.722] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:01.551] | whispering |
| [04:04.837] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:16.665] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:30.240] | uncover our heads and reveal our souls |
| [04:36.644] | we were hungry before we were born |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Fever Ray, Nordlund |
| [00:33.592] | memory come when memory' s old |
| [00:39.642] | i am never the first to know |
| [00:45.648] | following this stream up north |
| [00:51.900] | where do people like us float? |
| [00:57.798] | there is room in my lap |
| [01:03.448] | for bruises, asses, handclaps |
| [01:10.04] | i will never disappear |
| [01:16.101] | for forever, i' ll be here |
| [01:22.149] | whispering |
| [01:26.739] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [01:38.636] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [01:51.900] | i' m laying down, eating snow |
| [01:58.157] | my fur is hot, my tongue is cold |
| [02:04.224] | on a bed of spider web |
| [02:10.239] | i think of how to change myself |
| [02:16.206] | a lot of hope in one man tent |
| [02:22.459] | there' s no room for innocence |
| [02:28.307] | so take me home before the storm |
| [02:34.815] | velvet mites will keep us warm |
| [02:41.65] | whispering |
| [02:45.355] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [02:57.722] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:01.551] | whispering |
| [04:04.837] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:16.665] | morning keep the streets empty for me |
| [04:30.240] | uncover our heads and reveal our souls |
| [04:36.644] | we were hungry before we were born |