歌手:Patrick Bishop
专辑:《Birds of Lima》

She speaks some night of mine
The terrible thought
Some night of a course of lying
Whatever means of meaning
And whatever cause of that
And she speaks some nights of no one
She sleeps some night in peril
So echo out the profit to the term
To the side question
And little pain in the palm
And she sleeps some night with no one
Today there were strange strangers
To make and solve this trifle
From one ruin to another
Now free the tail to evade the war
Nowhere nightfall calls all of these
Leave for the sake of her beat
Those sacred words
Leave for the sake of her beat
Those sacred words
There’s no other, no
Tonight the war’s strange for sale
To make the lovers shouted
From one ruin to another
Now free the tail to evade the war
Nowhere the nightfall calls all of these
Leave for the sake of her beat
Those sacred words
Leave for the sake of her beat
Those sacred words
There’s no other, no other, no
For the sake of her
Don’t you like here
You can beat your wars, beat your wars
And beat mine
The moment they’ll crawl back
You can be your wars, beat your wars
And beat mine