Cymbals Eat Guitars - Indiana
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.susanguitar.com @
As the descent began I got the distinct impression
Lake Michigan had been frozen for decades
I conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum
To our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel
The tundra under us cracked and ruptured
To reveal palisades
Made of blades of gray, gray bristling grass
And papulose lichen
I was so frightened
As my grip on you tightened
Your skin got slicker
I am a deserted bus depot
Though our approach suggested
An American hazy sea
Like the one I found inside
After driving you home once
Still half high
I-90 through utter desolation
I sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home
I close my eyes and see cellar stairways
Vermiculated with delicate animal bone
Musty rooms house racks of fur jackets
Spattered with plasma
On a bus in Indiana
I called you and screamed
Under ceaseless patterns of weeping light

Indiana歌词

Melissa Etheridge

简介： Melissae 1961年5月29日生于堪萨斯州Leavenworth市中西部的一个小镇，8岁就开始把玩吉他，不到11岁就开始音乐创作。13岁时，早熟的她就已经面对观众表演了。在Berklee音乐学

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[00:02.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Indiana
[00:07.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:12.00]@ www.susanguitar.com @
[00:17.00]
[00:35.60]As the descent began I got the distinct impression
[00:47.50]Lake Michigan had been frozen for decades
[00:55.88]I conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum
[01:05.19]To our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel
[01:12.83]
[01:14.15]The tundra under us cracked and ruptured
[01:17.52]To reveal palisades
[01:18.76]Made of blades of gray, gray bristling grass
[01:21.42]And papulose lichen
[01:23.42]I was so frightened
[01:25.43]As my grip on you tightened
[01:27.29]Your skin got slicker
[01:28.93]
[01:29.71]I am a deserted bus depot
[01:33.01]Though our approach suggested
[01:35.09]An American hazy sea
[01:37.23]Like the one I found inside
[01:40.04]After driving you home once
[01:41.99]Still half high
[01:48.59]
[01:56.55]I-90 through utter desolation
[02:04.62]I sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home
[02:11.84]I close my eyes and see cellar stairways
[02:18.71]Vermiculated with delicate animal bone
[02:25.65]
[02:26.30]Musty rooms house racks of fur jackets
[02:28.81]Spattered with plasma
[02:30.88]On a bus in Indiana
[02:33.54]I called you and screamed
[02:35.12]Under ceaseless patterns of weeping light
[02:41.15]

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