I part the curtains of your hair
And all the light of the sun floods the room
Poured from your sleepy stare
Two seconds each morning without fail
Before I enter the abattoir
To see my insides hanging there
But they request that I leave
'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
When the light leaves, the dark sees
Your hands to your hips now,
Two swan necks
Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks
And shoulders with those freckle flecks
The pain of the silence before bed
Oh for the sound of your pissing
Through the thin walls
Or stroking your head
But for the shadows and doom
And the sorrow we seem to have bred
When the light leaves, the dark sees
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:28.80]I part the curtains of your hair
[00:39.84]And all the light of the sun floods the room
[00:42.72]Poured from your sleepy stare
[00:49.50]Two seconds each morning without fail
[00:58.71]Before I enter the abattoir
[01:03.12]To see my insides hanging there
[01:11.58]But they request that I leave
[01:14.31]'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
[01:23.19]When the light leaves, the dark sees
[01:49.65]Your hands to your hips now,
[01:55.74]Two swan necks
[02:00.63]Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks
[02:02.88]And shoulders with those freckle flecks
[02:10.47]The pain of the silence before bed
[02:19.80]Oh for the sound of your pissing
[02:23.55]Through the thin walls
[02:25.44]Or stroking your head
[02:32.79]But for the shadows and doom
[02:35.76]And the sorrow we seem to have bred
[02:44.22]When the light leaves, the dark sees
I part the curtains of your hair
And all the light of the sun floods the room
Poured from your sleepy stare
Two seconds each morning without fail
Before I enter the abattoir
To see my insides hanging there
But they request that I leave
'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
When the light leaves, the dark sees
Your hands to your hips now,
Two swan necks
Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks
And shoulders with those freckle flecks
The pain of the silence before bed
Oh for the sound of your pissing
Through the thin walls
Or stroking your head
But for the shadows and doom
And the sorrow we seem to have bred
When the light leaves, the dark sees
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:28.80]I part the curtains of your hair
[00:39.84]And all the light of the sun floods the room
[00:42.72]Poured from your sleepy stare
[00:49.50]Two seconds each morning without fail
[00:58.71]Before I enter the abattoir
[01:03.12]To see my insides hanging there
[01:11.58]But they request that I leave
[01:14.31]'Cause my sad eyes are too much to bear
[01:23.19]When the light leaves, the dark sees
[01:49.65]Your hands to your hips now,
[01:55.74]Two swan necks
[02:00.63]Curl between pelvis with stretch-marks
[02:02.88]And shoulders with those freckle flecks
[02:10.47]The pain of the silence before bed
[02:19.80]Oh for the sound of your pissing
[02:23.55]Through the thin walls
[02:25.44]Or stroking your head
[02:32.79]But for the shadows and doom
[02:35.76]And the sorrow we seem to have bred
[02:44.22]When the light leaves, the dark sees
Darling, I'm with
St. Bernards
And we're scouring
The Alps and the Andes
And if they die then it is on my head
They follow paw prints in the snow to m...
I am the only one
Searching for you
And if I get caught
Well, then the search is through
And the stories you hear
You know they never add up
I hear th...
From the other side of gender-neutral bathroom stall
"Of all the assholes in this town I hate him most of all"
Every vodka mixer in the club was not...
And the dashboard assembled
Descending height order
Half a decade of father's day
It's another thought for another passed on
Puppy eyes, nasty reactio...
As you squint and you grimace
We both know your heart's not in it
In the glow of a thousand fireflies
In a travelodge en-suite
They think the future'...
Try to imagine,
A house that's not a home;
Try to imagine,
A Christmas all alone.
That's where I'll be,
Since you left me,
My tears could melt the sno...
And inflicted it on the rest of us
But at least I’ve came to terms with my own mortality
We search for different ways
To make it through the wall
Res...
My shoulders back
My jaw pushed out
My stomach sucked in
Its wingtips push across my lungs
And fill them full of feathers
But the brushstrokes feel li...
First and foremost, let it be said,
I am writing this at 7: 10 am,
On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt.
But the sun is hanging round like sum...