Rough Lion's Tongue-Juliet Turner

歌手 : Juliet Turner

专辑 : Burn The Black Suit

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:14

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TXT Rough Lion's Tongue-Juliet Turner 文本歌词

Rough Lion's Tongue - Juliet Turner

Written by：Juliet Turner/Stephen Jones

In a queue for cockburn a monkey juggles needles

I lean into the strength of your back so straight so safe

You're here to stay

But I live sparse above the rooftops with sunlight at my fingers

I pack up when I get restless in the night

So swift so gone where does that leave you

If velvet smiles and D.A.T. machines can fade within a week

If no beguiling baby kisses burst against my cheek

If the bird sings only for itself does the bird have a razor beak

Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace

For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes

Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young

Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue

We drink vodka in the bathroom and light the carnal candle

And our fusion takes us where we want to be

So white so sharp can't sleep apart

I think you're all I ever dreamed of and never dared for ask for

But I tend to be suspicious of romance

Too pround too scared to take a chance

Will she love me when my hair gets thin

Would he still want me with my curlers in

Could we sing through all the childless years

Ah never never know till we try

Now we have seen our instincts lean to please the fickle crowd

Intrigued by speech our silence keeps our hearts below the ground

In the gaps between our own daydreams could we dig each other out

Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace

For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes

Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young

Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue

Is it too rude to ask for a wild sea of grace

For a burning at dawn on a pyre of mistakes

Between the shore where I'll lie old and the shore where I lay young

Lick the salt from my face with your rough lion's tongue

Rolls like a fever past

No from the graph old sold