Whisperer (Brian Southall Remix)的吉他谱
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Whisperer (Brian Southall Remix)的歌词
Whisperer - VersaEmerge
You play my nerves like strings,
all upside down. try to keep straight...
My limbs are bonding now.
Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this...
Tireless persistence of taste.
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (all to familiar)
With a touch of your words
I＇ve learned to reverse.
It＇s gotten me no where...
A deep shade of horizon gold...
the constellations remind me I am home.
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,
yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word.
With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers （all to familiar）
With a touch of your words I＇ve learned to reverse. It＇s gotten me no where...
What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out... ?
Patterns don＇t feel right,
still speaking like you know what I＇m all about.
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word.
With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers （all to familiar）
With a touch of your words I＇ve learned to reverse. It＇s gotten me no where
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word.
You play my nerves like strings,
all upside down. try to keep straight...
My limbs are bonding now.
Since a few aprils ago, endless chase to send away this...
Tireless persistence of taste.
With a touch of your words
I saw the devil sneak between my fingers (all to familiar)
With a touch of your words
I＇ve learned to reverse.
It＇s gotten me no where...
A deep shade of horizon gold...
the constellations remind me I am home.
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes,
yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word.
With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers （all to familiar）
With a touch of your words I＇ve learned to reverse. It＇s gotten me no where...
What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out... ?
Patterns don＇t feel right,
still speaking like you know what I＇m all about.
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word.
With a touch of your words I saw the devil sneak between my fingers （all to familiar）
With a touch of your words I＇ve learned to reverse. It＇s gotten me no where
We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness
As the silence wins over every word.