歌词
Little Victories - The Horrors
作词:Faris Badwan/Tom Cowan/Joshua Hayward/Rhys Webb/Joe Spurgeon
作曲:Faris Badwan/Tom Cowan/Joshua Hayward/Rhys Webb/Joe Spurgeon
I press your hand in mine however cautiously
I keep a smile right to myself
And I lapse into the grasp of an overriding obsession
And I get sick as I watch my interests fall into suspension
This Winter
So cold
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers
Creeping around your palm
It's hard hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
The sickness has taken hold through violent
Blurted syllables
Escape my mouth under my breath
The voice of pricking dread
Is whispering insistent in my ear
My paranoia galvanised by your gaze so austere
This Winter
So cold
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers
Creeping around your palm
It's hard hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand
I pinned your crest to my chest
Hoping it might start to look right
There was hushed talk of young boy's corpse
Lying face down in some river
His hands used to move like mine
I can't stand myself this morning
I am practically that boy
No strength to endure
Ghostly insecure
Pallid through lack of choice
This winter
So cold
Creeping down your arm
Stealth soldiers
Creeping around your palm
It's hard hard to understand
Little victories won creeping around your hand creeping around your hand
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