歌手《Blackbird Raum》 - 专辑《Under The Starling Host》 - 歌词《Conquest of bread

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Blackbird Raum - Conquest of bread歌词

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Blackbird Raum - Conquest Of Bread
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.1ting.com @
wide eyes under water salt burns them open
keep hold of the rope keep on looking
crumbs from the table kept us diving under
but there's nothing left in the ocean
pull in the rope
half drowned and wet holding nothing
chocking on hope
the hands down our throats are such kind ones
its the heaviest load but that's not my cross to carry
empty bottle hands and they hold nothing
cut these cobweb chains for they hold nothing
toss some silver across to me a lead life ring to throw the drowning
stopped halfway to the falling gate a lead life ring to throw the drowning
cook sold the meals exchanged it for a horse
which was carried for miles by the small ones
crippled of fingers stealing a crust of bread
make for the door hiding something
leaving our hope
replaced with self hating and loathing
choking on dope
the wine down our throats keeps us silent
tell me what you are hiding from

Conquest of breadLRC歌词

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[ti:Conquest Of Bread]
[ar:Blackbird Raum]
[al:Under The Starling Host]
[by:李泽昊]

[00:00.00]Blackbird Raum - Conquest Of Bread
[00:01.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:02.00]@ www.1ting.com @
[01:49.09][00:03.00]
[00:03.81]wide eyes under water salt burns them open
[00:07.84]keep hold of the rope keep on looking
[00:11.49]crumbs from the table kept us diving under
[00:15.33]but there's nothing left in the ocean
[00:19.29]pull in the rope
[00:22.82]half drowned and wet holding nothing
[00:26.83]chocking on hope
[00:30.57]the hands down our throats are such kind ones
[00:34.92]its the heaviest load but that's not my cross to carry
[00:43.14]empty bottle hands and they hold nothing
[00:48.80]cut these cobweb chains for they hold nothing
[00:54.92]toss some silver across to me a lead life ring to throw the drowning
[01:02.48]stopped halfway to the falling gate a lead life ring to throw the drowning
[01:10.17]cook sold the meals exchanged it for a horse
[01:13.71]which was carried for miles by the small ones
[01:17.66]crippled of fingers stealing a crust of bread
[01:21.47]make for the door hiding something
[01:25.35]leaving our hope
[01:28.96]replaced with self hating and loathing
[01:32.94]choking on dope
[01:36.77]the wine down our throats keeps us silent
[01:40.69]tell me what you are hiding from
[01:45.09]its dark in here I'd rather not say