Cymbals Eat Guitars - Cold Spring LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang @ @ We drove a hundred miles that day To see a Halloween parade Skeletal autumn in Cold Spring Parents holding hands with Pale Death's infants Shivering on the courthouse steps in polyester robes And exposed bone thermals March them down to riverside square Your teeth gnash together as you chew an Excedrin On the way home The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine Just like a wormhole Hickory death rattles into stagnant tracts of sky Like warnings whispered Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century And where are you As lives are punctuated by moons I've never loved you more than when you said "I'm so scared of all the things I risk with kids I never knew existed" Time machine rotors ripping holes ov点击下载LRC歌词
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[ti:Cold Spring] [ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars] [al:Why There Are Mountains] [by: ] [00:02.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Cold Spring [00:07.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang [00:12.00]@ @ [00:17.00] [00:28.51]We drove a hundred miles that day [00:32.65]To see a Halloween parade [00:39.56]Skeletal autumn in Cold Spring [00:44.13] [00:45.09]Parents holding hands with Pale Death's infants [00:47.87]Shivering on the courthouse steps in polyester robes [00:54.53]And exposed bone thermals [00:59.22] [01:01.37]March them down to riverside square [01:06.52]Your teeth gnash together as you chew an Excedrin [01:11.83] [01:12.52]On the way home [01:16.91]The empty parkway wound its way back [01:21.11]through charred black pine [01:23.72]Just like a wormhole [01:28.04]Hickory death rattles into stagnant tracts of sky [01:33.88]Like warnings whispered [01:38.76]Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century [01:44.61]And where are you [01:50.64]As lives are punctuated by moons [01:56.07] [02:49.56]I've never loved you more than when you said [02:53.10]"I'm so scared of all the things I risk with kids I never knew existed" [03:02.65]Time machine rotors ripping holes over Freehold [03:06.48]Constellations rearrange and orbit 'round the steeple of First Presbyterian Church [03:16.32] [03:19.68]I am Bear Mountain [03:22.37]I am entering orbit oh [03:30.01]I am Bear Mountain [03:31.93]I am entering orbit [03:34.76] [04:11.59]On the way home [04:19.53]The empty parkway wound its way back through charred black pine [04:24.19]Just like a wormhole [04:29.69]A bridge becomes an island when the ends are disconnected [04:34.04]Wind is feedback [04:38.52]Antiphonal stridency that slept for half a century [04:43.84]And where are you [04:47.42]