Bibio Sugarette歌词

You pretend that you pretend You don't know that you know that you don't know that You pretend that you pretend You try hard to fake faking your smile Hiding your hiding place in your own home You will lie that you lie about lying You pretend that yo

Blacktop letters written out of chalk* that she might see me when school is over, Dripping thoughts fall onto your sidewalk, I could only tell you when I'm not sober It's not your fault Cryptic message written in the dark, All that haunts me is surel

Spectre-Tycho 专辑:Awake 专辑介绍: 流派: 电子 专辑类型: EP 介质: 数字(Digital) 发行时间: 2013-10-17 Scott Hansen, a graphic artist who makes sleek ambient music as Tycho and maintains the equally streamlined design blog ISO50, has a singular artistic vision. Everything po

shortened stones and weathered broken glass i'll never trace their path the reason for their form it's like the hairless brush or the broken little things in the kitchen drawer full of forgotten memories that are gonna be gone like the people who mad

[ti:Anything new] [ar:Bibio(欧美)] [al:Saint Germain Des Pres Cafe] [offset:0] [00:00.57]Anything new - Bibio(欧美) [01:00.77]You put a veil up when you took all your things underground [01:06.09]You covered your own footprints [01:08.49]So no one saw yo

Counting twos, counting fours When you're feeling sad treading ever so kindly Break it off, break it off When you see it glow, and you're thinking it's ripened À tout à l'heure, À tout à l'heure When you lift your feet, and you know it's me waving Sc

How was I supposed to hold? You didn't tell me they'd dissolve I didn't feel them in my hand And now they're dripping on the sand Why did I forget to buy? Nobody told me where to try I didn't think to look behind And now they're closing all the blind

You make remarks about the people Who walk past your window Arm in arm You're even jealous of the roses That grow in the garden of the house Where nobody lives You even say there's a time and a place For feeling happy You speak of love as a symptom o

All the girls in town gonna dress the place In blue-eyed green-eyed brown-eyed light All the boys with desire of night Gonna lose their feet gonna lose their mind In drinking fighting sweat and lust We play the game of weaving ducking dodging hiding