| Song | Back into the Earth |
| Artist | Colleen Grace |
| Album | Colleen Grace |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Rourke | |
| Back into the earth we go | |
| Surrounding taste of salt | |
| Bleeding from the sting of her lily | |
| Letting each feeling drop | |
| Back into the womb we go | |
| Filtered through the soot | |
| Marked by the passage of scars | |
| Each one to mend from its birth | |
| And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
| Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
| Yet I'm afraid to listen | |
| Ooh, I'm afraid | |
| Hidden from our souls to heal | |
| Rations have been handed out | |
| Every moment clearly etched | |
| and every word perfectly bruised | |
| And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
| Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
| Yet I'm afraid to listen | |
| Ooh, I'm afraid | |
| And as she left my world | |
| I held on to a memory or two | |
| Each one's preciously faded | |
| And yes, I heard about Heathcliff | |
| Yes, I heard about Superman | |
| Yet they are more real than this | |
| But this is real. | |
| As she left my world and she took her smile | |
| I held on. | |
| Each one's preciously fade | |
| You're preciously fade | |
| Don't preciously fade . . . |
| zuo qu : Rourke | |
| Back into the earth we go | |
| Surrounding taste of salt | |
| Bleeding from the sting of her lily | |
| Letting each feeling drop | |
| Back into the womb we go | |
| Filtered through the soot | |
| Marked by the passage of scars | |
| Each one to mend from its birth | |
| And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
| Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
| Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
| Ooh, I' m afraid | |
| Hidden from our souls to heal | |
| Rations have been handed out | |
| Every moment clearly etched | |
| and every word perfectly bruised | |
| And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
| Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
| Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
| Ooh, I' m afraid | |
| And as she left my world | |
| I held on to a memory or two | |
| Each one' s preciously faded | |
| And yes, I heard about Heathcliff | |
| Yes, I heard about Superman | |
| Yet they are more real than this | |
| But this is real. | |
| As she left my world and she took her smile | |
| I held on. | |
| Each one' s preciously fade | |
| You' re preciously fade | |
| Don' t preciously fade . . . |
| zuò qǔ : Rourke | |
| Back into the earth we go | |
| Surrounding taste of salt | |
| Bleeding from the sting of her lily | |
| Letting each feeling drop | |
| Back into the womb we go | |
| Filtered through the soot | |
| Marked by the passage of scars | |
| Each one to mend from its birth | |
| And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
| Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
| Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
| Ooh, I' m afraid | |
| Hidden from our souls to heal | |
| Rations have been handed out | |
| Every moment clearly etched | |
| and every word perfectly bruised | |
| And yes, I heard about the atrophy | |
| Yes, I heard it from the guy at the store | |
| Yet I' m afraid to listen | |
| Ooh, I' m afraid | |
| And as she left my world | |
| I held on to a memory or two | |
| Each one' s preciously faded | |
| And yes, I heard about Heathcliff | |
| Yes, I heard about Superman | |
| Yet they are more real than this | |
| But this is real. | |
| As she left my world and she took her smile | |
| I held on. | |
| Each one' s preciously fade | |
| You' re preciously fade | |
| Don' t preciously fade . . . |