I apologise, seem to have arrived, On what items in my bag from your house. There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessy, And a book on Presidents deceased
If you happen to read this, Rose was born. Child actor-ess, On the fifth day of the snow. Be good or be gone, Be good or be, be gone. The range is stangering
Hey Rabbit you've had it Your fingers are in the coin disposal Hey worm you're tunnelling out You would not listen to their proposal The springs in the
I still see you as a baby, I do Climbing onto the stage in front of the school High strung The cat got your tongue The spotlight came out You'd been
We came down by the factory Industrial yarns where my father did work When I was a boy I went to far I lost the tread in the darkest of space If I become
There's nobody out there, it's just the noise of the wind There's nobody out there and nobody is getting in I hope that happiness finds it's way to your
The roots go deep below ground I like to walk with you in the evening Up the hill and back down I watch the mailboat from the clearing My mind is so
I feel your sorrow chasing tomorrow There is no distance in your absence If you call the monsters they will appear Like I disappear Blackout There is
Wait your turn You always go for the jugular Like a juggernaut Spinning off the asphalt We wait around pacing round this table You arrive on time
They're biting at your heels Country lanes lead to fields Who was that fox caught in that trap Laid with hunters map When the could rolls back back
The grass is screaming long midnight cars roll past i've been chasing your room while the summer lasts so count it on your fingers if we got it wrong
When youre down in the rubbish looking for some of my old songs well dont expect me to come out and watch you perform when youre riding on my coattails
Down here underneath the microscope, it's hard to cope. don't hide your face in your hands, 'cause if your eyes play tricks, it's outta my control. it
翻訳: リーガン、フィオン. ハンターの地図.
翻訳: リーガン、フィオン. Toadeatersのバラード.
翻訳: リーガン、フィオン. 雪のアトラス山脈.
If you happen to read this, Rose was born. Child actor-ess, On the fifth day of the snow. Be good or be gone, Be good or be, be gone. The range is
