Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
I didn't know, what to do I just. Drove everywhere, I drove everywhere. Tried find some piece of you anywhere. I didn't know I'd lied. We were young. We were blind. To the lines we'd written in blood. We felt nothing, we.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
We speak in a hidden little colour. Our love is the love we wanted more. Up late in the hot hot night. I need you and I need you alone, alone. We see it in each other. It's a black black shadow at the center of love. Back.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
The scattering lights. The rain in the streets. Hide your eyes when you're walking near me. I know when something's over. You don't have to say those words. Their shapes are choking me. I said, let me run and hide. Don't.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
In the crisp seclusion. Timid impulses hidden and turned. Dormant possibilities. Compromised and shadowed and turned away. In this suspension. This pre-pubescent age. The very real question of what will remain at the.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
We vanish in the heat. We're meeting in the city. We're dressing in the scattered light. We're making it our living. But in the night, we loose our sight. That distant kind of love. I disconnect my telephone line. I can't.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
The summer fires. The hidden spells. Spoken in the daylight. Crooked little tongue tier. You can tell. So brand new these naked answers turned away. That lonesome night in the middle of the day. My lunges are screaming.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
I see you hidden in the night I found you. I see you separate from the others. Bent crooked in the light around you. Bathing in the sight of the others. I couldn't say what I was thinking. My heart shrinking. Two sad.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
Met you in the middle of the pouring rain. Said “how about the weather?”. Speaking like a monkey to the weather vain. You said “try a little better”. I've been so broke down. Searching everywhere I've found. Nothing but a.
Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại
Ca sĩ: Wild Cub
In the hot night, I hear your voice. That blind horizon tying its blood red line to the center of choice. Hold on. I broke my back down waiting on a wishing well. Hold on. From the desert I drank of the wishing.