歌曲名 Murder Of Crows 歌手名 Jamie T

Murder

Phone of the green

作词：Jamie T

作曲：Jamie T

Brick to the love

It hot in the guts

I gunna grip to the rail

I hung and I hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with

And one is without

Perceiving a ghost

I gonna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

How can we love like this

Guess life is like a roller coaster

In life love gnawed at my skin

Guess nothing I should never trust her

I don know where I been

Think nothing of a love and leave ya

Don know nothing about him

But I know

That you been seen out together

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It hot in the guts

I gonna grip to the rail

I hung and I hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

Am I strong enough baby to hate

Set fire to the revelator

The shogun turned up late

On a runaway train tryna set a wager

And there a light twice

Shining bright in my eyes

It an oncoming train to take ya

Out of my life and in to his wife

I be waiting hope I see ya later

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It hot in the guts

I gonna grip to the rail

I hung and I hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with

And one is without

Perceiving a ghost

I gonna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

The combination so slow

Walking on old eggshells

Singing with a murder of crows

Walking on old eggshells

Phone of the green

Brick to the love

It hot in the guts

I gonna grip to the rail

I hung and I hooked

Fixing the sail

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame

One is the with

And one is without

Perceiving a ghost

I gonna stick to the trail

I wanna get in

I wanna get out

She sticks a root down on her meagre frame