Song | Daylight Bombings |
Artist | The Bled |
Album | Found In The Flood |
作曲 : Bled, Muñoz, Talley | |
the air raids at night, are keeping things serene. | |
the president's men are closing in on me. | |
and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not porpose an argument convincing me to shed the devil's clothes. | |
electrodes to spine. | |
tongeuning my wounds clean. | |
that's when the nightmare stops. | |
oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream. | |
it went - shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine. | |
baptisted as atheists. | |
I never felt so clean. | |
the more I hear dove's cry, the less I want to fly. | |
the more I hear them crying out... | |
when does the seizure end? | |
when does the cyanide kick in? | |
I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell. | |
twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor. | |
the more I hear doves cry. | |
this is where the plot it thickens. | |
not behind the ribs but below the truth. | |
you can use your sleuth, cause I'm begging for proof. | |
when does the seizure end? | |
when does the cyanide kick in? | |
I'd like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout. | |
no need to run away. | |
the pig was snuffed and laid. | |
we say this happening all on the front page. | |
this is the last time we bet on landmines. | |
we've got a lot riding on this one. | |
so save your bullets for the call back. | |
we've got a lot riding on this one. | |
don't turn your back till you see the blood flow black |
zuò qǔ : Bled, Mu oz, Talley | |
the air raids at night, are keeping things serene. | |
the president' s men are closing in on me. | |
and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not porpose an argument convincing me to shed the devil' s clothes. | |
electrodes to spine. | |
tongeuning my wounds clean. | |
that' s when the nightmare stops. | |
oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream. | |
it went shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine. | |
baptisted as atheists. | |
I never felt so clean. | |
the more I hear dove' s cry, the less I want to fly. | |
the more I hear them crying out... | |
when does the seizure end? | |
when does the cyanide kick in? | |
I' d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell. | |
twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor. | |
the more I hear doves cry. | |
this is where the plot it thickens. | |
not behind the ribs but below the truth. | |
you can use your sleuth, cause I' m begging for proof. | |
when does the seizure end? | |
when does the cyanide kick in? | |
I' d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again. | |
oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me. | |
and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout. | |
no need to run away. | |
the pig was snuffed and laid. | |
we say this happening all on the front page. | |
this is the last time we bet on landmines. | |
we' ve got a lot riding on this one. | |
so save your bullets for the call back. | |
we' ve got a lot riding on this one. | |
don' t turn your back till you see the blood flow black |