[00:00.000] 作词 : Jack Codling
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jack Codling
[00:08.937]Swimming like a toad keep it low like you’re poison.
[00:20.937]Get it get it low n’ keep it like you know.
[00:29.439]You don’t know
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[00:38.687]Long-nosed serpent, spitting fire
[00:44.188]A haze closes in, temperature gets higher
[00:50.438]What will you do without the freedom to sing?
[00:55.938]Fighting for what’s honest
[01:01.688]Your christened blade rusts & clings,
[01:07.439]To a hope that the cherished tone rings,
[01:13.938]And cuts the tongue off the red long-nosed serpent,
[01:19.937]Your king
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[01:53.188]A green moss, it brings a rough rhythm to the springs
[01:57.938]A place where light is rare.
[02:01.187]As you stumble on by (keep it low) nature’s little helpers bend and sigh
[02:07.188]Their eyes rude, they spy on all kinds of things
[02:12.187]The horizon carries on its protruding back a rainbow with wings,
[02:17.437]A pillar of tremendous worry that you’ll never bring
[02:21.938]The pouch your neighbour gifted you contains many things
[02:27.188]Legs rubber and moulding it’s time to break through the rough curse of Tither
[02:33.187]For the children who need truth
[02:36.688]Hitherto you’ve hoped to find a tune at the bottom of this eery bog to croon & carry you past the winged-rainbow and through to the moon.
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[03:34.438]Swimming like a toad, keep it low like you’re poison.

作词 : Jack Codling
作曲 : Jack Codling
Swimming like a toad keep it low like you’re poison.
Get it get it low n’ keep it like you know.
You don’t know
Long-nosed serpent, spitting fire
A haze closes in, temperature gets higher
What will you do without the freedom to sing?
Fighting for what’s honest
Your christened blade rusts & clings,
To a hope that the cherished tone rings,
And cuts the tongue off the red long-nosed serpent,
Your king
A green moss, it brings a rough rhythm to the springs
A place where light is rare.
As you stumble on by (keep it low) nature’s little helpers bend and sigh
Their eyes rude, they spy on all kinds of things
The horizon carries on its protruding back a rainbow with wings,
A pillar of tremendous worry that you’ll never bring
The pouch your neighbour gifted you contains many things
Legs rubber and moulding it’s time to break through the rough curse of Tither
For the children who need truth
Hitherto you’ve hoped to find a tune at the bottom of this eery bog to croon & carry you past the winged-rainbow and through to the moon.
Swimming like a toad, keep it low like you’re poison.