Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

소리


상호 작용


난이도


악센트



인터페이스 언어

ko

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
쿠키 정책   |   지원하다   |   FAQ
1
등록/로그인
Lyrkit

기부하다

5$

Lyrkit

기부하다

10$

Lyrkit

기부하다

20$

Lyrkit

그리고/또는 나를 사회적으로 지지해 주세요. 네트워크:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Carbon Leaf

Reunion Monticello

 

Reunion Monticello

(앨범: Shadows In The Banquet Hall - 1997)


Raise your family of ghosts and spirits, Sir, we really need to drink from your wine.
And yes, your skeletons in the closets (might I bring a few of mine?).
Let's see what we can't see, unlock your books for a change.
Glass excavated... bits of china... Mulberry Row scars still remain.

Bones are everywhere, aren't they? Our families spring from their graves.
Their Sunday Best don't fit them bones the same way and wine is seeping from
the barrel staves...again.

I'm in your tea room toasting lives unchanged (while music's playing by the garden's edge).
Outside rusted joints prove souls asleep can flowers blooms from this vintage?
Relative Skeletons nervously shuffle, we glance around community of our own.
Quiet valley drips with hints of laughter. Mr. Jefferson, can we slip these bones?

And bones are everywhere, aren't they?
What do you think they'd see through those trees? 'Resurrected Spirits Dancing,' you don't say!?
(The minstrel's new arrangement of History).

We danced and drank the sun! It over flowed and washed the past away.
We roamed! Echo! Laughter! Spirits danced a jig around their graves...
...Then came the rain.

A garden craves a balance of both (I guess so).
From the garden, they're all running from the garden, we're all looking for the garden. So much to maintain.
Bones are everywhere aren't they? Ghosty spirits dash right past me.
Finding hidden spaces, favored places. Families disperse to there graves.
Bones are here to stay aren't they? We cultivate the bones that we're of.
Sir, if you caught me drunk on wisdom, would you say I've had enough?

완료

이 노래에 생소한 단어를 모두 추가하셨나요?