《Raining Blood》歌词

歌词名称：Like Blood Does
歌手：Cymbals Eat Guitars
所属专辑：Why There Are Mountains
歌词编辑：
00:-04.00Cymbals Eat Guitars - Like Blood Does
00:-03.00LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
00:-02.00@ www.pgdjz.com @
00:-01.00
Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull
I resigned myself to all the disappearance
I was sure the cops would come calling
Some sick shivering morning

I live in Newark now where cars speed away
And weekend freebasers bury their stems
In shaded groves and muted clearings

In Philadelphia, we didn't know
Clammy hands and beaming thresholds

And I'm visited by naked reality
In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for them

Having hitched across America
Like an itinerant laborer
Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials

I numbly recline
In a filthy slicked lawn chair
As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels

The pinkest sky I'd ever seen
Still pocked with dirigibles
And flying machines that opened up

I thought it'd begun hailing but amethyst and glass
Were raining down from an unmarked aircraft
Covering the cooling tar totally
In manufactured street sheen

I've been finding clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
I take it as a sign that you're around

See J passed away
For the first time in June
And the last time last night in the Warren

As a warm, round, mournful sound
Flooded my room

Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black bathrooms
during adolescent summoning rituals



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[ti:Like Blood Does]
[ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars]
[al:Why There Are Mountains]
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[00:-04.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Like Blood Does
[00:-03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:-02.00]@ www.pgdjz.com @
[00:-01.00]
[00:03.51]Nightly, empty, luminous ballrooms roll back in your skull
[00:17.98]I resigned myself to all the disappearance
[00:24.59]I was sure the cops would come calling
[00:28.70]Some sick shivering morning
[00:33.51]
[00:36.50]I live in Newark now where cars speed away
[00:48.97]And weekend freebasers bury their stems
[00:55.82]In shaded groves and muted clearings
[01:02.19]
[01:07.59]In Philadelphia, we didn't know
[01:13.50]Clammy hands and beaming thresholds
[01:20.82]
[01:34.51]And I'm visited by naked reality
[01:41.70]In the higher gloss of the cars that cut in front of me
[01:49.24]And depression is nothing compared to what's in store for them
[02:02.45]
[03:03.59]Having hitched across America
[03:07.27]Like an itinerant laborer
[03:10.11]Or a serial killer on pulsing arterials
[03:14.74]
[03:15.66]I numbly recline
[03:17.95]In a filthy slicked lawn chair
[03:20.67]As our garage yawns behind me with tunnels
[03:26.24]
[03:51.58]The pinkest sky I'd ever seen
[03:58.52]Still pocked with dirigibles
[04:03.60]And flying machines that opened up
[04:08.95]
[04:34.88]I thought it'd begun hailing but amethyst and glass
[04:42.77]Were raining down from an unmarked aircraft
[04:50.42]Covering the cooling tar totally
[04:57.00]In manufactured street sheen
[05:00.43]
[05:01.34]I've been finding clipped-off Parliaments everywhere lately
[05:04.67]I take it as a sign that you're around
[05:07.82]
[05:56.53]See J passed away
[06:01.60]For the first time in June
[06:06.02]And the last time last night in the Warren
[06:10.15]
[06:13.32]As a warm, round, mournful sound
[06:19.78]Flooded my room
[06:25.27]
[06:27.52]Like blood does from the faucets of pitch-black bathrooms
[06:32.94]during adolescent summoning rituals
[06:37.72]


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