If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
📝 纯歌词版本
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist.
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves.
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around.
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass.
My mother's eyes flinch away from a skinniness I'm obvious to.
Some few drunken strangers trying to lock their eyes into a body thats slowly disappear...
Fun loving creatures living fast eating gritty
Babes on the beaches baby G's in the city
American mummies teach the world to be pretty
Come and sing i...
You'll get a little older baby
You'll get a bit wiser
To the ways of the world
To the ways of the world
You figure not much will change
You better ge...
새들이 날아오를 때
그리운 곳에서부터
바람이 불어오고
문득 고개를 들어
저 하늘을 바라보겠죠
쉼 없이 늘 앞만 보고 달려
다다른 곳 그곳이 어디든
아무것도 없다는 걸
이젠 알게 됐으니
두 번 다시는 흔들리지 말고 가
묶인 것에서
너 자신을 자유롭게 하는 것
멀리 있지 ...
My heart's a stereo
It beats for your, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody was...
I thought of the poem with the line about the smoke being a huge-yellow cat curling around the house.
However with his mothers apron-strings to hand, ...