Black Sandy Beaches Lyrics
| Song | Black Sandy Beaches |
| Artist | The Dear Hunter |
| Album | Act II: The Meaning of, And All Things Regarding Ms. Leading |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Crescenzo, Dear Hunter | |
| Messages from broken bottles fall | |
| On black sandy beaches | |
| Ink conveyed across the page now run from morning dew | |
| Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read | |
| Hearts that pound from love long overdue | |
| Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths | |
| Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about | |
| She must have been so glad for him to throw it out | |
| Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle | |
| Again the words contained have bled the page | |
| Whose tears were these which ran the ink? | |
| From who'd they pour to make this streak? | |
| Where they his by chance from telling her? | |
| Or hers by chance from reading it? | |
| They could have been collective | |
| They could have been from someone else | |
| Why don’t we see what's at the bottom | |
| Why don’t we see what comes next | |
| Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about | |
| Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better | |
| Better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now | |
| We couldn’t fake it so why even try? | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier | |
| Happier then she is now |
| zuo qu : Crescenzo, Dear Hunter | |
| Messages from broken bottles fall | |
| On black sandy beaches | |
| Ink conveyed across the page now run from morning dew | |
| Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read | |
| Hearts that pound from love long overdue | |
| Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths | |
| Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about | |
| She must have been so glad for him to throw it out | |
| Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle | |
| Again the words contained have bled the page | |
| Whose tears were these which ran the ink? | |
| From who' d they pour to make this streak? | |
| Where they his by chance from telling her? | |
| Or hers by chance from reading it? | |
| They could have been collective | |
| They could have been from someone else | |
| Why don' t we see what' s at the bottom | |
| Why don' t we see what comes next | |
| Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about | |
| Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better | |
| Better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now | |
| We couldn' t fake it so why even try? | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier | |
| Happier then she is now |
| zuò qǔ : Crescenzo, Dear Hunter | |
| Messages from broken bottles fall | |
| On black sandy beaches | |
| Ink conveyed across the page now run from morning dew | |
| Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read | |
| Hearts that pound from love long overdue | |
| Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths | |
| Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about | |
| She must have been so glad for him to throw it out | |
| Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle | |
| Again the words contained have bled the page | |
| Whose tears were these which ran the ink? | |
| From who' d they pour to make this streak? | |
| Where they his by chance from telling her? | |
| Or hers by chance from reading it? | |
| They could have been collective | |
| They could have been from someone else | |
| Why don' t we see what' s at the bottom | |
| Why don' t we see what comes next | |
| Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about | |
| Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better | |
| Better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now | |
| We couldn' t fake it so why even try? | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now | |
| Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow | |
| Lets just say, she, she has never been happier | |
| Happier then she is now |
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