Song | Hundreds Of Sparrows |
Artist | Sparklehorse |
Album | Good Morning Spider |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Linkous |
[00:21.650] | every hair on your head is counted |
[00:31.400] | you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
[00:40.410] | the tree you planted has become fecund |
[00:49.930] | with kamikaze hummingbirds |
[00:54.870] | |
[00:59.380] | wings of hundreds of beats per second |
[01:08.670] | of people whose wings are just a blur |
[01:18.130] | afraid our eyes might become impaled |
[01:27.530] | by their sharp and tiny beaks |
[01:32.900] | |
[01:36.040] | I\'m so sorry |
[01:40.480] | my spirit\'s rarely in my body |
[01:46.450] | it wanders through the dry country |
[01:52.700] | looking for a good place to rest |
[01:58.800] | your head upon my chest |
[02:07.670] | and I can feel the pillow of your breast |
[02:13.800] | |
[02:17.250] | you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
[02:22.620] |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Linkous |
[00:21.650] | every hair on your head is counted |
[00:31.400] | you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
[00:40.410] | the tree you planted has become fecund |
[00:49.930] | with kamikaze hummingbirds |
[00:54.870] | |
[00:59.380] | wings of hundreds of beats per second |
[01:08.670] | of people whose wings are just a blur |
[01:18.130] | afraid our eyes might become impaled |
[01:27.530] | by their sharp and tiny beaks |
[01:32.900] | |
[01:36.040] | I' m so sorry |
[01:40.480] | my spirit' s rarely in my body |
[01:46.450] | it wanders through the dry country |
[01:52.700] | looking for a good place to rest |
[01:58.800] | your head upon my chest |
[02:07.670] | and I can feel the pillow of your breast |
[02:13.800] | |
[02:17.250] | you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
[02:22.620] |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Linkous |
[00:21.650] | every hair on your head is counted |
[00:31.400] | you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
[00:40.410] | the tree you planted has become fecund |
[00:49.930] | with kamikaze hummingbirds |
[00:54.870] | |
[00:59.380] | wings of hundreds of beats per second |
[01:08.670] | of people whose wings are just a blur |
[01:18.130] | afraid our eyes might become impaled |
[01:27.530] | by their sharp and tiny beaks |
[01:32.900] | |
[01:36.040] | I' m so sorry |
[01:40.480] | my spirit' s rarely in my body |
[01:46.450] | it wanders through the dry country |
[01:52.700] | looking for a good place to rest |
[01:58.800] | your head upon my chest |
[02:07.670] | and I can feel the pillow of your breast |
[02:13.800] | |
[02:17.250] | you are worth hundreds of sparrows |
[02:22.620] |