The Casualty-Cursive

歌手 : Cursive
专辑 : Cursive's Domestica
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:30

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TXT The Casualty-Cursive 文本歌词

The Casualty - Cursive
The night has fallen down the staircase
And I for one have felt its bruises
Equilbrium; inebriated
Our social graces have been displaced
As we sink deeper into the drink
The volume increases
Night time resurrects fault lines
Silent wars -- rumble somewhere below
The surfaces verses
The surfaces verses
The shoe is dropped lungs explode
Shards of words of a shattered voice
And there's still a hole where the phone was thrown
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
The moon is rising a revolution
I close my eyes and the room is spinning
You're screaming:
"Sweetie the moon has raped me --
It has left its seeds like a tomb inside me
So I must learn to abort these feelings
This romance is bleeding "
Night time triggers the land mines
Bedroom wounds -- lovers like brigadiers
Marching two by two
Marching two by two
A soldier's down
Flood gates burst
I've said some things I wish you'd never heard
Like "There's still a hole where the phone was thrown "
It's growing as we speak
And it's sucking us both in
A vacuum of sorrow to swallow up the day