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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:31.47]She washes all the young blood from her hands in the sink
[00:40.12]And she knows that the lights will be there for her
[00:46.90]Breaks down the bodies to dark subtle ink
[00:53.70]And she scrawls on the parchments that hang in the air
[01:02.25]She rides a horse over stones in the night
[01:09.12]And she closes her eyes and lets go of the reigns
[01:17.72]She knows the radios run through the night
[01:24.70]And she knows that the lights leave the prettiest stains
[01:33.16]She builds a shrine and a typing machine
[01:40.35]And she curls up to write down her tales from the black
[01:48.75]Prays for a soft breeze and cool gentle rain
[01:55.75]And she prays for the bodies that rise slowly back
[02:35.23]She knows the dunes where the steel cities grow
[02:42.20]And she knows when they jail her they'll grind down the key
[02:50.57]She knows the lights lay the heaviest blows
[02:57.72]And she knows that the sand must submit to the sea
[03:06.14]She builds a bird out of plywood and gold
[03:13.15]For to carry the old souls on up to the sun
[03:21.79]Turns on the TV and sits in the cold
[03:28.64]And she dreams that sometimes she's the prettiest one
[03:37.14]She knows the thrill of the chase in her veins
[03:44.10]And she knows that the sinking's a trick of the light
[03:52.55]Prays for the silence and cool gentle rain
[03:59.63]And she prays that the radios run through the night