Blinding
作词 : Florence Welch/Paul Epworth
作曲 : Florence Welch/Paul Epworth
Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine
And down through my ribs
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world
And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
And all around the world was waking, I never could go back
'Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up your circuit board
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up your circuit board
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world
Snow White's stitching up your circuit boards
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
Snow White's stitching up your circuit board
Synapse slipping through the hidden door
BlindingLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Florence Welch/Paul Epworth
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Florence Welch/Paul Epworth
[00:17.73]Seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
[00:26.68]A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
[00:35.57]No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
[00:44.19]Until I realize that it was you who held me under
[00:52.27]Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
[01:01.17]Shaking through my skull, through my spine
[01:04.19]And down through my ribs
[01:09.67]No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
[01:18.56]No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
[01:27.22]No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
[01:31.61]No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
[01:36.09]No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world
[01:51.02]And I could hear the thunder and see the lightning crack
[01:59.54]And all around the world was waking, I never could go back
[02:08.50]'Cause all the walls of dreaming, they were torn wide open
[02:17.44]And finally it seemed that the spell was broken
[02:25.34]And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
[02:33.98]And all my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open
[02:42.53]No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
[02:51.39]No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
[03:00.20]No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
[03:04.57]No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
[03:09.69]No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world
[03:21.03]Snow White's stitching up your circuit board
[03:25.65]Synapse slipping through the hidden door
[03:30.10]Snow White's stitching up your circuit board
[03:36.29]No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
[03:45.19]No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
[03:53.91]No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
[03:58.35]No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
[04:02.92]No more dreaming like a girl, so in love with the wrong world
[04:14.39]Snow White's stitching up your circuit boards
[04:19.01]Synapse slipping through the hidden door
[04:23.34]Snow White's stitching up your circuit board
[04:27.86]Synapse slipping through the hidden door
