ログイン  | 新規登録
歌詞投稿コミュニティ「プチリリ」

TOP > 歌詞 > Terminals
Terminals

アーティスト:Gavin Castleton  アルバム:Hypotenuse 

  • お気に入り登録




While the Islanders run savage from the sticky coffee sun my seeds are at a closing - we see different heavens and I'm a traveler in this place - my hands manufactured to match my luggage will you be a comrade? Quiet that little boy, could you? Show him the air strip, wow him to death. There are too many tickets too many tickets left. In the office they're counting moving tickets on the monitor and shuffling envelopes to the drums of my death march I'm a soldier bloodied on the


投稿者: PetitLyrics
プチリリ再生回数:0





日本語English

利用規約プライバシーポリシー許諾情報運営会社お問い合わせヘルプ
© 2024 SyncPower Corporation


Page
Top