Memories of Skin and Snow Lyrics
| Song | Memories of Skin and Snow |
| Artist | Cindytalk |
| Album | Camouflage Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cindytalk, Sharp | |
| I dream of crossing into madness | |
| Before the slumber... hits | |
| Some white vision | |
| A naked trust | |
| Never there | |
| A falling madness... | |
| Something howls | |
| But only sounds in my head | |
| I follow further... | |
| An attempt at something beautiful | |
| Something of a blissful mess | |
| The howl continues... | |
| The beauty rests on me then disappears | |
| Being replaced by the smell of burning | |
| Burning like a torch of tar | |
| (A light in this darkness | |
| a sign...) | |
| My hands are held and pulled along | |
| Coughing and screaming | |
| My body is dragged until unconscious | |
| In the grass-like snakepits | |
| This wholesome body is a love-nest stranger | |
| All locked in embrace | |
| Some language of love gets me down on the floor | |
| All arms flailing | |
| It was a violent kind of sex | |
| And some fucked up baby lies staring at me | |
| It's a slow slow death | |
| It's a slow slow death | |
| Down! down! running at the light-flash | |
| And moving with no sight | |
| Hindsight just fucks me | |
| This wholesome body | |
| Is a love-nest stranger | |
| Still locked in embrace | |
| Some sick embrace | |
| Waking at the edge of snakepits | |
| And loosening the grip | |
| My eyes are tired | |
| My body dying | |
| My head is raging | |
| Questioning | |
| The snakepit was never in sight for real | |
| I stumble backways into some glare | |
| A mirror reflected this all | |
| And made some garbled point | |
| Failing to understand | |
| I move on... | |
| Nothing else existed | |
| No sleeping dreams | |
| No film-like nightmares | |
| Just a walk without defence | |
| A falling madness | |
| A falling madness |
| zuo qu : Cindytalk, Sharp | |
| I dream of crossing into madness | |
| Before the slumber... hits | |
| Some white vision | |
| A naked trust | |
| Never there | |
| A falling madness... | |
| Something howls | |
| But only sounds in my head | |
| I follow further... | |
| An attempt at something beautiful | |
| Something of a blissful mess | |
| The howl continues... | |
| The beauty rests on me then disappears | |
| Being replaced by the smell of burning | |
| Burning like a torch of tar | |
| A light in this darkness | |
| a sign... | |
| My hands are held and pulled along | |
| Coughing and screaming | |
| My body is dragged until unconscious | |
| In the grasslike snakepits | |
| This wholesome body is a lovenest stranger | |
| All locked in embrace | |
| Some language of love gets me down on the floor | |
| All arms flailing | |
| It was a violent kind of sex | |
| And some fucked up baby lies staring at me | |
| It' s a slow slow death | |
| It' s a slow slow death | |
| Down! down! running at the lightflash | |
| And moving with no sight | |
| Hindsight just fucks me | |
| This wholesome body | |
| Is a lovenest stranger | |
| Still locked in embrace | |
| Some sick embrace | |
| Waking at the edge of snakepits | |
| And loosening the grip | |
| My eyes are tired | |
| My body dying | |
| My head is raging | |
| Questioning | |
| The snakepit was never in sight for real | |
| I stumble backways into some glare | |
| A mirror reflected this all | |
| And made some garbled point | |
| Failing to understand | |
| I move on... | |
| Nothing else existed | |
| No sleeping dreams | |
| No filmlike nightmares | |
| Just a walk without defence | |
| A falling madness | |
| A falling madness |
| zuò qǔ : Cindytalk, Sharp | |
| I dream of crossing into madness | |
| Before the slumber... hits | |
| Some white vision | |
| A naked trust | |
| Never there | |
| A falling madness... | |
| Something howls | |
| But only sounds in my head | |
| I follow further... | |
| An attempt at something beautiful | |
| Something of a blissful mess | |
| The howl continues... | |
| The beauty rests on me then disappears | |
| Being replaced by the smell of burning | |
| Burning like a torch of tar | |
| A light in this darkness | |
| a sign... | |
| My hands are held and pulled along | |
| Coughing and screaming | |
| My body is dragged until unconscious | |
| In the grasslike snakepits | |
| This wholesome body is a lovenest stranger | |
| All locked in embrace | |
| Some language of love gets me down on the floor | |
| All arms flailing | |
| It was a violent kind of sex | |
| And some fucked up baby lies staring at me | |
| It' s a slow slow death | |
| It' s a slow slow death | |
| Down! down! running at the lightflash | |
| And moving with no sight | |
| Hindsight just fucks me | |
| This wholesome body | |
| Is a lovenest stranger | |
| Still locked in embrace | |
| Some sick embrace | |
| Waking at the edge of snakepits | |
| And loosening the grip | |
| My eyes are tired | |
| My body dying | |
| My head is raging | |
| Questioning | |
| The snakepit was never in sight for real | |
| I stumble backways into some glare | |
| A mirror reflected this all | |
| And made some garbled point | |
| Failing to understand | |
| I move on... | |
| Nothing else existed | |
| No sleeping dreams | |
| No filmlike nightmares | |
| Just a walk without defence | |
| A falling madness | |
| A falling madness |
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