| Song | Florida Queen |
| Artist | Sullivan |
| Album | Cover Your Eyes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Sullivan | |
| Hold me down | |
| Cause I'm about to fall by the seat of my pants | |
| I can see the road through the crows | |
| Picking all the flesh off the palms of hands | |
| You could be the queen of my dreams | |
| If you pull the leaves from the teeth of my rake | |
| Would you just hold me down | |
| Cause I'm about to makeshift another mistake | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this mess | |
| I've made | |
| But I'm running out of steam | |
| It's not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need To tie this up | |
| Sew me shut | |
| Cause I've got a gash on the side of my lip | |
| I'll look like a king on his knees | |
| At the wrong end of the governor's whip | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this mess | |
| I've made | |
| But I'm running out of steam | |
| It's not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need If we can work this out | |
| Then I'm leaving here alive | |
| To tie this up | |
| Take my pulse | |
| There's a slight knot and a swell in my glands | |
| I can feel the cold in my throat | |
| Working in ways not to disrupt my plans | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this blood | |
| I've spilled | |
| It's you I've killed | |
| This mess | |
| I've made | |
| But I'm running out of steam | |
| It's not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need If we can work this out | |
| Then I'm leaving here alive | |
| I've got no hands and feet | |
| And the colors from your eyes | |
| Could tie this up | |
| To tie this up |
| zuo qu : Sullivan | |
| Hold me down | |
| Cause I' m about to fall by the seat of my pants | |
| I can see the road through the crows | |
| Picking all the flesh off the palms of hands | |
| You could be the queen of my dreams | |
| If you pull the leaves from the teeth of my rake | |
| Would you just hold me down | |
| Cause I' m about to makeshift another mistake | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this mess | |
| I' ve made | |
| But I' m running out of steam | |
| It' s not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need To tie this up | |
| Sew me shut | |
| Cause I' ve got a gash on the side of my lip | |
| I' ll look like a king on his knees | |
| At the wrong end of the governor' s whip | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this mess | |
| I' ve made | |
| But I' m running out of steam | |
| It' s not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need If we can work this out | |
| Then I' m leaving here alive | |
| To tie this up | |
| Take my pulse | |
| There' s a slight knot and a swell in my glands | |
| I can feel the cold in my throat | |
| Working in ways not to disrupt my plans | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this blood | |
| I' ve spilled | |
| It' s you I' ve killed | |
| This mess | |
| I' ve made | |
| But I' m running out of steam | |
| It' s not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need If we can work this out | |
| Then I' m leaving here alive | |
| I' ve got no hands and feet | |
| And the colors from your eyes | |
| Could tie this up | |
| To tie this up |
| zuò qǔ : Sullivan | |
| Hold me down | |
| Cause I' m about to fall by the seat of my pants | |
| I can see the road through the crows | |
| Picking all the flesh off the palms of hands | |
| You could be the queen of my dreams | |
| If you pull the leaves from the teeth of my rake | |
| Would you just hold me down | |
| Cause I' m about to makeshift another mistake | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this mess | |
| I' ve made | |
| But I' m running out of steam | |
| It' s not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need To tie this up | |
| Sew me shut | |
| Cause I' ve got a gash on the side of my lip | |
| I' ll look like a king on his knees | |
| At the wrong end of the governor' s whip | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this mess | |
| I' ve made | |
| But I' m running out of steam | |
| It' s not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need If we can work this out | |
| Then I' m leaving here alive | |
| To tie this up | |
| Take my pulse | |
| There' s a slight knot and a swell in my glands | |
| I can feel the cold in my throat | |
| Working in ways not to disrupt my plans | |
| And I need a foolproof plan to clean up | |
| All this blood | |
| I' ve spilled | |
| It' s you I' ve killed | |
| This mess | |
| I' ve made | |
| But I' m running out of steam | |
| It' s not your love | |
| I want But your breath is all | |
| I need If we can work this out | |
| Then I' m leaving here alive | |
| I' ve got no hands and feet | |
| And the colors from your eyes | |
| Could tie this up | |
| To tie this up |