歌词语境宇宙
can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?
but seas forever boil trees will turn to soil
stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils
can you taste the ghosts who shed their creaking hosts?
but seas forever boil trees will turn to soil
stars will always hand in summer's bleeding veils
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Out in the fields they were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping this water will boil
When I look through the windows and out on the road
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged
Lungs now flooded
With bicarbonates and boiling soap
Orifices pumped and plugged