Polar Nettles歌词
  • 歌手:Neko Case
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    Neko Case - Polar Nettles
    LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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    He takes his dinner in the bath
    Lovesickened and infirm
    The orderly found him there
    Flayed on the marble stairs
    Hat still in hand, his smoking remains
    Blown out by a kiss from Nurse Someday Soon
    Someday soon
    Someday soon
    Some way soon
    Some, some, some
    His eyes are closed he mouths her name
    The rosary her lips and tongue
    She is the centrifuge that throws
    The spires from the sun
    The Sistine Chapel
    Painted with a Gatling gun
    Someday soon
    Someday soon
    Someday soon
    Someday soon
    Someday soon
    Oh, the nettles set on end
    Move like starlings up a cliff
    And ten are of a foggy touch
    The forcefield 'round their frosty hairs
    Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
    That buried him but on his lips
    The last rites of Nurse Someday Soon
  • [ti:Polar Nettles]
    [ar:Neko Case]
    [al:Middle Cyclone]
    [by:李泽昊]
    [00:-04.00]Neko Case - Polar Nettles
    [00:-03.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
    [00:-02.00]爱词&№·‖々酷歌词网欢迎您
    [00:-01.00]
    [00:00.58]He takes his dinner in the bath
    [00:04.69]Lovesickened and infirm
    [00:09.16]The orderly found him there
    [00:14.15]Flayed on the marble stairs
    [00:19.15]Hat still in hand, his smoking remains
    [00:23.97]Blown out by a kiss from Nurse Someday Soon
    [00:29.03]Someday soon
    [00:31.17]Someday soon
    [00:33.78]Some way soon
    [00:36.56]
    [01:00.55]Some, some, some
    [01:07.90]
    [01:08.89]His eyes are closed he mouths her name
    [01:11.90]The rosary her lips and tongue
    [01:14.38]She is the centrifuge that throws
    [01:17.45]The spires from the sun
    [01:19.89]The Sistine Chapel
    [01:22.78]Painted with a Gatling gun
    [01:25.82]Someday soon
    [01:28.16]Someday soon
    [01:30.37]Someday soon
    [01:32.57]
    [01:34.58]Someday soon
    [01:37.16]Someday soon
    [01:38.84]
    [01:39.69]Oh, the nettles set on end
    [01:43.78]Move like starlings up a cliff
    [01:48.58]And ten are of a foggy touch
    [01:52.79]The forcefield 'round their frosty hairs
    [01:57.84]Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
    [02:02.02]That buried him but on his lips
    [02:08.56]The last rites of Nurse Someday Soon
    [02:16.36]