Sarya Tiel 앨범 : Soft Machines & Heavy Hearts
작사 : Sarya Tiel
작곡 : Sarya Tiel
편곡 : Sarya Tiel
Tunes of love bring shivers
Melodies give a tingle
Basslines bring on a fever
Now pulse vibrates til' we kiss
Two robins above
Their feathers fumble
Into the morning they rest
They rest but our minds still hum
Two teenagers met on a bus
He grabbed her arm: "just sit here"
The songs and notes uncontrollable
Untethered
As their noses pull in closer
Two old souls at a concert
What is this game we call life
As the bassline pounds with our heartbeat
And our fingers can't help but intermingle
An old soul sits alone
In a field under the stars
Flipping and giggling to her favorite song
She catches herself and smiles as her parents did at concerts
Tunes of love bring shivers
Melodies give a tingle
Basslines bring on a fever
Now pulse vibrates 'til we kiss
Tunes of love bring shivers
Melodies give a tingle
Basslines bring on a fever
Now pulse vibrates til' we kiss
Two robins above
Their feathers fumble
Into the morning they rest
They rest but our minds still hum
Two teenagers met on a bus
He grabbed her arm: "just sit here"
The songs and notes uncontrollable
Untethered
As their noses pull in closer
Two old souls at a concert
What is this game we call life
As the bassline pounds with our heartbeat
And our fingers can't help but intermingle
An old soul sits alone
In a field under the stars
Flipping and giggling to her favorite song
She catches herself and smiles as her parents did at concerts
Tunes of love bring shivers
Melodies give a tingle
Basslines bring on a fever
Now pulse vibrates 'til we kiss
Tunes of love bring shivers
Melodies give a tingle
Basslines bring on a fever
Now pulse vibrates til' we kiss
Two robins above
Their feathers fumble
Into the morning they rest
They rest but our minds still hum
Two teenagers met on a bus
He grabbed her arm: "just sit here"
The songs and notes uncontrollable
Untethered
As their noses pull in closer
Two old souls at a concert
What is this game we call life
As the bassline pounds with our heartbeat
And our fingers can't help but intermingle
An old soul sits alone
In a field under the stars
Flipping and giggling to her favorite song
She catches herself and smiles as her parents did at concerts
Tunes of love bring shivers
Melodies give a tingle
Basslines bring on a fever
Now pulse vibrates 'til we kiss