| Song | The Leavers Dance |
| Artist | The Veils |
| Album | The Runaway Found |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Andrews | |
| 作词 : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
| Berenice | |
| My hands and feet are worn | |
| As much as yours are | |
| And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming | |
| They still feel worlds apart | |
| Berenice | |
| Beneath it all you're golden | |
| And that's all I'm feeding on | |
| And though my head, my hands are growing colder | |
| We move in circles now | |
| Berenice there's no release at all | |
| That's not worth dying for | |
| Berenice | |
| My hands and feet are worn | |
| As much as yours are | |
| Berenice there's no release at all | |
| That's not worth dying for | |
| And it's not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. | |
| Berenice there's no release at all | |
| That's worth all this crying for | |
| And down my knees and down my knees and down? | |
| 'cause we all fall down |
| zuo qu : Andrews | |
| zuo ci : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
| Berenice | |
| My hands and feet are worn | |
| As much as yours are | |
| And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming | |
| They still feel worlds apart | |
| Berenice | |
| Beneath it all you' re golden | |
| And that' s all I' m feeding on | |
| And though my head, my hands are growing colder | |
| We move in circles now | |
| Berenice there' s no release at all | |
| That' s not worth dying for | |
| Berenice | |
| My hands and feet are worn | |
| As much as yours are | |
| Berenice there' s no release at all | |
| That' s not worth dying for | |
| And it' s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. | |
| Berenice there' s no release at all | |
| That' s worth all this crying for | |
| And down my knees and down my knees and down? | |
| ' cause we all fall down |
| zuò qǔ : Andrews | |
| zuò cí : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
| Berenice | |
| My hands and feet are worn | |
| As much as yours are | |
| And though my head, my hands, my heart are forming | |
| They still feel worlds apart | |
| Berenice | |
| Beneath it all you' re golden | |
| And that' s all I' m feeding on | |
| And though my head, my hands are growing colder | |
| We move in circles now | |
| Berenice there' s no release at all | |
| That' s not worth dying for | |
| Berenice | |
| My hands and feet are worn | |
| As much as yours are | |
| Berenice there' s no release at all | |
| That' s not worth dying for | |
| And it' s not for our desires but our design that we all fall apart. | |
| Berenice there' s no release at all | |
| That' s worth all this crying for | |
| And down my knees and down my knees and down? | |
| ' cause we all fall down |