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Stables And Chairs

Portugal. The Man2006年1月23日

歌詞

 

Stables And Chairs - Portugal. The Man

I met a face

Ring rounded pocket eyes

 

That shaped folded banks inside

 

As he shivered out thoughts

 

They went

Golden and pale

Wind whispers

Breathe new orleans

Through basements and race tracks met hollowed

Out from stretching mouths

 

All these thoughts

Rolled onto mayor's cell

Spilled from heads

Tumble like apples

Fell into the sky

That's where they hide

Where rubies turned diamonds

Like textures

Like sunshine

And stand

 

Behind hands arms lift into it's own

 

Behind hands arms lift into it's

 

Own

It's own

 

And this stadium sheds out the crowd

Into the streets

Ahh

 

And all of their throats pours

Tongues licking down

What will we become

 

Rhythms fed gently in vacuums perspired

Will stay where it's warm

Where it's safe from the down beating drums

 

They went

Golden and pale

Wind whispers

Breathe new orleans

 

Behind hands arms lift into it's own

 

Behind hands arms lift into it's

 

Own

It's own

 

As habit's pull the sleep out

Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine

 

As habit's pull the sleep out

Covered in the sheets that harbor rest and sunshine

And this stadium sheds out the crowd into the streets

 

Ahh

 

And out of their throats pours

Tongues licking down

What will we become

 

Into it's own

No

 

Into it's own

 

Into it's own

No

 

***歌詞來自第三方***