SubwayFuneral歌词
thursday - subway funeral
lrc by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.geciduoduo.com @
surprise, surprise
everything you know will flash before your eyes
you’re frozen with your hands against the glass
i’m seeing bright lights
i’m hearing sharpened knives
i’m praying to a neon sign
as i wait for this severed line to take me
nobody called
surprise, surprise
when a sparrow falls, we go about our lives
we’re busy counting grains of sand
i follow red birds
i follow lost words
i’ll follow you into the dark
we’re running for the dead
all the time i wait to see your face
that’s what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th
all the time i wait to hear your voice
at grand central station
all the time i wait to see your face
that’s what it all comes down to at 46th and flint
all the time i wait to hear your voice
at willis point and shea
every passing second
i feel it slip away
all of this we used to watch and play
all around it’s clear that i’ve been changed
this will never end
but every time i think i see a train
it just closed a door
and the subway funeral is underway
movie starts to play
watch the thunder of his scream
for a single frame where i know we’re still alive
but it fades to the grave
the subway funeral is everywhere
every night i see your face on a passing train
every inch of track is a sacred path that i follow
i follow
it’s a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven
and you’re tied to other end
a needle that’s been buried in the hay
but i’ll find you, i’ll find you
every night i take a ride
on a subway funeral that never ends
never gone to say goodbye
and that’s the subway funeral that’s in my heart
lrc by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.geciduoduo.com @
surprise, surprise
everything you know will flash before your eyes
you’re frozen with your hands against the glass
i’m seeing bright lights
i’m hearing sharpened knives
i’m praying to a neon sign
as i wait for this severed line to take me
nobody called
surprise, surprise
when a sparrow falls, we go about our lives
we’re busy counting grains of sand
i follow red birds
i follow lost words
i’ll follow you into the dark
we’re running for the dead
all the time i wait to see your face
that’s what it all comes down to at 42nd and 5th
all the time i wait to hear your voice
at grand central station
all the time i wait to see your face
that’s what it all comes down to at 46th and flint
all the time i wait to hear your voice
at willis point and shea
every passing second
i feel it slip away
all of this we used to watch and play
all around it’s clear that i’ve been changed
this will never end
but every time i think i see a train
it just closed a door
and the subway funeral is underway
movie starts to play
watch the thunder of his scream
for a single frame where i know we’re still alive
but it fades to the grave
the subway funeral is everywhere
every night i see your face on a passing train
every inch of track is a sacred path that i follow
i follow
it’s a silver thread hanging from the hem of heaven
and you’re tied to other end
a needle that’s been buried in the hay
but i’ll find you, i’ll find you
every night i take a ride
on a subway funeral that never ends
never gone to say goodbye
and that’s the subway funeral that’s in my heart