LRC歌词
[ti:Temul (Lie Low) (Single Version)]
[ar:Arsenal/Lydmor]
[al:Temul (Lie Low)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Temul (Lie Low) - Arsenal/Lydmor
[00:09.47]Written by:Hendrik Willemyns/John Roan/Tim Bruzon/Shawn Smith
[00:18.94]Every time
[00:19.66]Time stops
[00:20.62]Lies down sinking on something unknown
[00:24.08]My gut starts sinking
[00:26.11]I need my sin like change needs linking
[00:29.80]Like god needs making out
[00:31.87]Like a man needs making
[00:33.71]Turn up
[00:34.72]Everything
[00:35.63]Everywhere
[00:36.53]I hear nothing but white noise
[00:39.41]Pooring in through my thin failed skin
[00:42.99]I'm breathing in bad air
[00:45.20]Book another life and take me somewhere
[00:49.22]Deep down me
[00:50.75]Tell me I'm OK
[00:52.55]Better start thinking
[00:54.11]I don't wanna be all day
[00:56.66]I choose every second
[00:58.76]I'm giving to
[01:00.01]I work for a death
[01:01.63]I work for a living
[01:03.67]I'll sing my praises
[01:05.72]Not two ways
[01:07.12]About making the call
[01:09.04]What goes
[01:09.96]What stays
[01:11.12]There's no tomorrow's left
[01:13.13]Just today's
[01:14.84]I'm channeling something
[01:17.01]Channeling something
[01:21.85]Lie low
[01:28.17]Soak up your shadow
[01:35.94]Saddle up silk horses
[01:39.47]Drive them through the black smoke
[01:48.96]Lense flare
[01:49.91]I fall deep into the heart where
[01:52.54]Slipping on whispers
[01:54.38]Coming up nowhere
[01:56.28]Wanna get let through
[01:58.12]Fat on my share
[02:00.01]This is where we head to
[02:01.87]Self hell elsewhere
[02:03.81]Hot ties lies lare
[02:05.67]Right cuts left
[02:07.10]And promises belly up
[02:09.44]Wrinkel in the wet sand
[02:11.69]My pray is in lalalaland
[02:15.30]Hitch my ride
[02:16.66]I sit when you stand
[02:19.26]Don't mind being left at light
[02:22.42]As long as I'm straight back
[02:24.57]Stand up see through
[02:26.27]Even in pitch black
[02:28.15]We'll know who's fool
[02:30.06]Give me my voice back
[02:31.99]Untied tongue time
[02:33.94]Run through skies till
[02:35.67]Cloud smoke fills my rattling eyes
[02:39.14]I've never been left so dead or alife
[02:42.85]I'm round and wild
[02:44.77]I'm channeling something
[02:46.85]Channeling something
[02:51.61]Lie low
[02:58.18]Soak up your shadow
[03:05.60]Saddle up silk horses
[03:09.47]Drive them through the black smoke
[03:59.30]Lie low
[04:05.76]Soak up your shadow
[04:13.09]Saddle up silk horses
[04:17.03]Drive them through the black smoke
[ar:Arsenal/Lydmor]
[al:Temul (Lie Low)]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]Temul (Lie Low) - Arsenal/Lydmor
[00:09.47]Written by:Hendrik Willemyns/John Roan/Tim Bruzon/Shawn Smith
[00:18.94]Every time
[00:19.66]Time stops
[00:20.62]Lies down sinking on something unknown
[00:24.08]My gut starts sinking
[00:26.11]I need my sin like change needs linking
[00:29.80]Like god needs making out
[00:31.87]Like a man needs making
[00:33.71]Turn up
[00:34.72]Everything
[00:35.63]Everywhere
[00:36.53]I hear nothing but white noise
[00:39.41]Pooring in through my thin failed skin
[00:42.99]I'm breathing in bad air
[00:45.20]Book another life and take me somewhere
[00:49.22]Deep down me
[00:50.75]Tell me I'm OK
[00:52.55]Better start thinking
[00:54.11]I don't wanna be all day
[00:56.66]I choose every second
[00:58.76]I'm giving to
[01:00.01]I work for a death
[01:01.63]I work for a living
[01:03.67]I'll sing my praises
[01:05.72]Not two ways
[01:07.12]About making the call
[01:09.04]What goes
[01:09.96]What stays
[01:11.12]There's no tomorrow's left
[01:13.13]Just today's
[01:14.84]I'm channeling something
[01:17.01]Channeling something
[01:21.85]Lie low
[01:28.17]Soak up your shadow
[01:35.94]Saddle up silk horses
[01:39.47]Drive them through the black smoke
[01:48.96]Lense flare
[01:49.91]I fall deep into the heart where
[01:52.54]Slipping on whispers
[01:54.38]Coming up nowhere
[01:56.28]Wanna get let through
[01:58.12]Fat on my share
[02:00.01]This is where we head to
[02:01.87]Self hell elsewhere
[02:03.81]Hot ties lies lare
[02:05.67]Right cuts left
[02:07.10]And promises belly up
[02:09.44]Wrinkel in the wet sand
[02:11.69]My pray is in lalalaland
[02:15.30]Hitch my ride
[02:16.66]I sit when you stand
[02:19.26]Don't mind being left at light
[02:22.42]As long as I'm straight back
[02:24.57]Stand up see through
[02:26.27]Even in pitch black
[02:28.15]We'll know who's fool
[02:30.06]Give me my voice back
[02:31.99]Untied tongue time
[02:33.94]Run through skies till
[02:35.67]Cloud smoke fills my rattling eyes
[02:39.14]I've never been left so dead or alife
[02:42.85]I'm round and wild
[02:44.77]I'm channeling something
[02:46.85]Channeling something
[02:51.61]Lie low
[02:58.18]Soak up your shadow
[03:05.60]Saddle up silk horses
[03:09.47]Drive them through the black smoke
[03:59.30]Lie low
[04:05.76]Soak up your shadow
[04:13.09]Saddle up silk horses
[04:17.03]Drive them through the black smoke
文本歌词
Temul (Lie Low) - Arsenal/Lydmor
Written by:Hendrik Willemyns/John Roan/Tim Bruzon/Shawn Smith
Every time
Time stops
Lies down sinking on something unknown
My gut starts sinking
I need my sin like change needs linking
Like god needs making out
Like a man needs making
Turn up
Everything
Everywhere
I hear nothing but white noise
Pooring in through my thin failed skin
I'm breathing in bad air
Book another life and take me somewhere
Deep down me
Tell me I'm OK
Better start thinking
I don't wanna be all day
I choose every second
I'm giving to
I work for a death
I work for a living
I'll sing my praises
Not two ways
About making the call
What goes
What stays
There's no tomorrow's left
Just today's
I'm channeling something
Channeling something
Lie low
Soak up your shadow
Saddle up silk horses
Drive them through the black smoke
Lense flare
I fall deep into the heart where
Slipping on whispers
Coming up nowhere
Wanna get let through
Fat on my share
This is where we head to
Self hell elsewhere
Hot ties lies lare
Right cuts left
And promises belly up
Wrinkel in the wet sand
My pray is in lalalaland
Hitch my ride
I sit when you stand
Don't mind being left at light
As long as I'm straight back
Stand up see through
Even in pitch black
We'll know who's fool
Give me my voice back
Untied tongue time
Run through skies till
Cloud smoke fills my rattling eyes
I've never been left so dead or alife
I'm round and wild
I'm channeling something
Channeling something
Lie low
Soak up your shadow
Saddle up silk horses
Drive them through the black smoke
Lie low
Soak up your shadow
Saddle up silk horses
Drive them through the black smoke