[ti:The Rifle's Spiral]
[ar:The Shins]
[al:Port Of Morrow]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:00.000] 作曲 : James Mercer
[00:25.880] Dead lungs command it.
[00:30.400] You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
[00:35.188] And show us you've earned it.
[00:39.480] Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes.
[00:45.799] So long to this wretched form.
[00:49.478] Down gray eyes on the subway.
[00:54.889] Long before you were born
[00:57.180] You were always to be a dagger floating
[01:00.268] Straight to their heart.
[01:02.838] Listen, now, we won't tell anyone.
[01:06.859] But you're gonna tell the world.
[01:11.237] This whole life ain't been any fun
[01:15.859] Now your viscera unfurls.
[01:19.308] As you rise, rise from your burning fiat,
[01:24.408] Go, go get my suitcase, would you?
[01:29.898] You've thoroughly blown their mind.
[01:33.398] And now I must have passage home
[01:36.598] Your life's two veins from your heart.
[01:56.139] You're not invisible, now.
[02:00.658] You just don't exist.
[02:05.128] Your mother must be so proud.
[02:10.200] You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish.
[02:23.529] Primitive mural on the wall,
[02:27.610] to fortify your grim resolve.
[02:32.100] And made the glitz of a shopping mall
[02:36.510] another grain of indigent salt to the sea.
[02:42.270] Goodnight to these wretched forms
[02:46.500] All them gray eyes on the subway
[02:50.510] So long before you were born
[02:53.320] you were always to be a dagger floating
[02:58.600] straight to their heart.