Wishbone - Symbol Soup.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Rea
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Michael Rea
[00:30.39]The wishbone was rigged
[00:34.59]I’m pretty sure
[00:38.91]That wishbone
[00:42.03]Was rigged
[00:46.38]And you knew all along
[00:53.19]And you
[00:56.58]You’ve got no right
[00:59.88]Being sorry
[01:07.11]See the pinwheels
[01:10.86]And the adages
[01:13.50]They’re tearing down
[01:16.23]That drown
[01:18.12]In formulated clouds
[01:24.60]Foreign wind blown through your crown
[01:30.90]Quicksand century
[01:35.19]Stuck in a catnap
[01:39.78]Mouse trap
[01:42.48]Ready for springing
[01:46.86]Wound up on a coil
[01:53.64]And me
[01:57.03]Getting beat up
[01:59.85]By my caveman self
[02:07.29]I’m flopping like filmstrip
[02:10.83]Skipping like tombstones
[02:13.95]My sternum shot
[02:16.77]I rot
[02:18.54]The glowing edge of the bottle
[02:25.05]It draws me in in draws me out
[02:32.82]Out
[03:06.93]Weeks of sunburn
[03:11.22]Summer of turnstiles
[03:15.84]Dog aisles
[03:17.97]Tuned in to the snoring
[03:22.56]Of hornet covered brides
[03:29.64]And you
[03:32.94]You’ve got no fight
[03:36.45]When you’re sighing
[03:43.86]And I can’t stand to see you
[03:46.89]I can’t stand to see you
[03:50.52]When you’re crying
[03:52.89]At home
[03:54.54]I waited here all alone
[04:01.02]To give it all up for some broken bone
[04:08.79]Oh
[04:13.53]Watching the waves grow higher over your shell
[04:27.84]Double agent interrogating himself
[04:41.97]Tired of learning this lesson over
[04:47.58]And chewing through this
[04:52.89]Prohibition
[04:54.60]The levels are right in your blood
[04:59.28]I guess
[04:59.88]I guess
文本歌词
作词 : Michael Rea
作曲 : Michael Rea
The wishbone was rigged
I’m pretty sure
That wishbone
Was rigged
And you knew all along
And you
You’ve got no right
Being sorry
See the pinwheels
And the adages
They’re tearing down
That drown
In formulated clouds
Foreign wind blown through your crown
Quicksand century
Stuck in a catnap
Mouse trap
Ready for springing
Wound up on a coil
And me
Getting beat up
By my caveman self
I’m flopping like filmstrip
Skipping like tombstones
My sternum shot
I rot
The glowing edge of the bottle
It draws me in in draws me out
Out
Weeks of sunburn
Summer of turnstiles
Dog aisles
Tuned in to the snoring
Of hornet covered brides
And you
You’ve got no fight
When you’re sighing
And I can’t stand to see you
I can’t stand to see you
When you’re crying
At home
I waited here all alone
To give it all up for some broken bone
Oh
Watching the waves grow higher over your shell
Double agent interrogating himself
Tired of learning this lesson over
And chewing through this
Prohibition
The levels are right in your blood
I guess
I guess