| Song | Salt Water Fish |
| Artist | Ruby |
| Album | Salt peter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rankine, Walk | |
| All I can see is what | |
| I've fried | |
| And all the world in your black eye. | |
| I'll run in circles all the time | |
| I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| And fiery like a volcano | |
| I wear it like a massive halo | |
| This pretty speckled length of twine | |
| That's wrapped around your neck is mine. | |
| A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what | |
| I give to you | |
| I'll run in circles all the time | |
| I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| If I could taste your salty head, | |
| And pick the dead hair from your eyes, | |
| Let your smell the sweet despise, | |
| Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, | |
| Are a dead sean in my back alley, | |
| How tall and wide you have to get, | |
| How big and dark and badly lit, | |
| And if I said | |
| I did, would you believe me, | |
| And I showed you gold, would you see through me | |
| And if tomorrow didn't come, | |
| Would you? | |
| I'll run in circles all the time | |
| I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| I'll run in circles all the time | |
| I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| I'll run in circles all the time | |
| I'll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head... |
| zuo ci : Rankine, Walk | |
| All I can see is what | |
| I' ve fried | |
| And all the world in your black eye. | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| And fiery like a volcano | |
| I wear it like a massive halo | |
| This pretty speckled length of twine | |
| That' s wrapped around your neck is mine. | |
| A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what | |
| I give to you | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| If I could taste your salty head, | |
| And pick the dead hair from your eyes, | |
| Let your smell the sweet despise, | |
| Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, | |
| Are a dead sean in my back alley, | |
| How tall and wide you have to get, | |
| How big and dark and badly lit, | |
| And if I said | |
| I did, would you believe me, | |
| And I showed you gold, would you see through me | |
| And if tomorrow didn' t come, | |
| Would you? | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head... |
| zuò cí : Rankine, Walk | |
| All I can see is what | |
| I' ve fried | |
| And all the world in your black eye. | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| And fiery like a volcano | |
| I wear it like a massive halo | |
| This pretty speckled length of twine | |
| That' s wrapped around your neck is mine. | |
| A ruby rose, stiffed and froze is what | |
| I give to you | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| If I could taste your salty head, | |
| And pick the dead hair from your eyes, | |
| Let your smell the sweet despise, | |
| Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley, | |
| Are a dead sean in my back alley, | |
| How tall and wide you have to get, | |
| How big and dark and badly lit, | |
| And if I said | |
| I did, would you believe me, | |
| And I showed you gold, would you see through me | |
| And if tomorrow didn' t come, | |
| Would you? | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head, | |
| The walls are black, the roof is red. | |
| I' ll run in circles all the time | |
| I' ll gather up all that is mine, | |
| Into the room inside my head... |