文本歌词

Tears on Fresh Fruit - Sparklehorse
Just when you've found your way to
The boiler room
They come and dig you out
With picks and shovels and
Acetelyne torches
I couldn't do nothing
But watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby
We're just trying to be free
Of our bodies
Our stomachs full of liquor
All our lungs
Full of water
I couldn't do nothing
But watch as her tears fell on fresh fruit
Behind the boney walls of my skull
There was playing a lullaby