We Have A Dog To Exercise
作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
When the old ghost of suicide
creeps slowly back into your mind
then everything is bleak and blurred
down here in the short-sighted world
Yet this time I have to insist
on the sharpness of the things I missed
this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore
White fragile porcelain-boy
some minor things shall be left unsaid
yes you share the strongest desire for beauty
as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it
The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed
These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget
The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors
We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque
Well on the second day of excavation
tell me what did you expect to find
Be careful when you scratch the surface
cause we all have a dog to exercise
We are not lovers we are LIKERS
We are merely hands and shake
there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things
of which we're still afraid
We are not familiar with the state of （y）our decay
Because this is not our line it is not really our trade
All we know is that our feet are cold
and that our sticky hands are wet
and that we're here to bring you tidings
straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD
Look at the boy oh he really suffers
he's caught in fear and its distress
there's no point in looking at him for answers
because he is a stranger here himself
The body is a prison-cell
that like a child needs to be washed and fed
there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget
We Have A Dog To ExerciseLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:35.67]When the old ghost of suicide
[00:39.03]creeps slowly back into your mind
[00:44.36]then everything is bleak and blurred
[00:47.67]down here in the short-sighted world
[00:53.06]Yet this time I have to insist
[00:56.72]on the sharpness of the things I missed
[01:02.01]this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore
[01:28.72]White fragile porcelain-boy
[01:31.02]some minor things shall be left unsaid
[01:35.59]yes you share the strongest desire for beauty
[01:40.32]as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it
[01:48.23]The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed
[01:56.81]These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget
[02:14.61]The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors
[02:23.82]We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque
[02:52.34]Well on the second day of excavation
[02:55.11]tell me what did you expect to find
[03:01.11]Be careful when you scratch the surface
[03:04.98]cause we all have a dog to exercise
[03:09.81]We are not lovers we are LIKERS
[03:13.89]We are merely hands and shake
[03:18.47]there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things
[03:22.89]of which we're still afraid
[03:27.83]We are not familiar with the state of （y）our decay
[03:36.52]Because this is not our line it is not really our trade
[03:46.22]All we know is that our feet are cold
[03:49.73]and that our sticky hands are wet
[03:54.21]and that we're here to bring you tidings
[03:58.72]straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD
[04:43.02]Look at the boy oh he really suffers
[04:46.68]he's caught in fear and its distress
[04:50.91]there's no point in looking at him for answers
[04:55.69]because he is a stranger here himself
[05:02.11]The body is a prison-cell
[05:05.61]that like a child needs to be washed and fed
[05:10.80]there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget
