- 歌词
- 专辑列表
Boreal Sons
-
Sparks
Beneath our falling feet floorboards like choirs of cedars creaking, fingers on paint-chipped keys, we let our voices speak speechlessly.
We watched the mountain lake breathing itself away each morning, a cinder singing smoke, we let our bodies breathe 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 breathlessly.
With your hand in mine and standing still as your shirtcuff skimmed the windowsill, Sweeping flecks of dust into the air For the beam of sun to hold them there, You said, 'let us be the dust we are sparks of sunlight coughing in the dark.'
-
|