[ti:Walls Are Tired] [ar:Russian Red] [al:I Love Your Glasses] [00:00.62]Russian Red-Walls Are Tired [00:01.10] [00:01.60]★ lrc 編輯 妙一法師 [00:01.94] [00:02.27]Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings [00:14.94]words have found their way to stay in [00:19.45]and they don't let out feelings [00:23.85] [00:26.36]It's written badly but verses say shes mad and creepy [00:31.95]and the rest of things we kind of know. [00:39.05]They say there'll never be a girl like her again [00:45.00]with her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees. [00:50.80] [00:52.57]And with her eyes that she uses to touch [01:05.83]Everything, everything she looks at. [01:14.67] [01:18.76]Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee. [01:31.31]The floor can't stand that people stepping on won't even say sorry. [01:43.08]They say there'll never be a girl like her again [01:49.06]with her socks up to her knees and her obsession 'bout bees. [01:53.93] [01:57.32]And with her eyes that she uses to touch [02:09.83]everything, everything she looks at. [02:18.69] [02:21.54]Don't stay longer staring at her eyes. [02:42.93] [02:49.41]★ lrc 編輯 妙一法師 [02:57.37]