(His Heart Is A) Hurricane

(His Heart Is A) Hurricane

歌手:Diona Fox & her Ragdolls

所属专辑:Finally Found A Way

发行时间:2017-03-17

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  • 文本歌词
  • LRC歌词
  • I met him at the break of a black day
  • Took him under my wings ‘cause he looked sof rail
  • We grew a fine romance like a dreamy smoke tree
  • With his restless nature blowing through the leaves
  • I knew its shadows, they were of doubts
  • But sound enough for a few seasons

  • His heart is a hurricane, that sweeps me away
  • Though he promised me that these winds would change
  • My tears have dried but left their stains
  • On this skin of porcelain

  • He thinks I didn’t see this coming
  • With his pathetic excuses trying to calm me down
  • I know this is no solitary sin
  • Soft as silk bitter as saphire gin

  • And the saddest thing is that I long for his madness
  • ‘Cause what’s a fight without his answers
  • Days pass by slowly without glass being broken
  • And I can hear my thoughts sighing

  • His heart is a hurricane, that sweeps me away
  • Though he promised me that these winds would change
  • My tears have dried but left their stains
  • On this skin of porcelain
  • I met him at the break of a black day
  • Took him under my wings ‘cause he looked sof rail
  • We grew a fine romance like a dreamy smoke tree
  • With his restless nature blowing through the leaves
  • I knew its shadows, they were of doubts
  • But sound enough for a few seasons
  • His heart is a hurricane, that sweeps me away
  • Though he promised me that these winds would change
  • My tears have dried but left their stains
  • On this skin of porcelain
  • He thinks I didn’t see this coming
  • With his pathetic excuses trying to calm me down
  • I know this is no solitary sin
  • Soft as silk bitter as saphire gin
  • And the saddest thing is that I long for his madness
  • ‘Cause what’s a fight without his answers
  • Days pass by slowly without glass being broken
  • And I can hear my thoughts sighing
  • His heart is a hurricane, that sweeps me away
  • Though he promised me that these winds would change
  • My tears have dried but left their stains
  • On this skin of porcelain