笨小笨WHITE HOT SANDS (Explicit)歌词由Hypothetics演唱，出自专辑《GETS LET DOWN! (Explicit)》，下面是《WHITE HOT SANDS (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
WHITE HOT SANDS (Explicit)歌词完整版
I stand at the gates
And I can’t bare it
Between the sin and the reaper
Between the waters and flames
I must return to the world
Although the colours have shifted
I can’t bare the rotation
And I don’t trust none of the faces
There’s a fracture in the glass now
Through which she stares at me
And I piece it back into one inside my head
My feet on the pavement
My feet on the grey stone ground
My eyes on horizon, the feeling from above
My feet locked into it the thumping reaches your neck
Dark waters run down the walls beads of my sweat
I was running fractured glass cut me in ten
When we’re alone
Couldn’t see the sun
When we’re alone
When we’re alive
Picture a knife
Hand on the blade of a knife
I feel the passionate drive
Picture a knife
Hand on the blade of a knife
Barefoot on the road
White hot granite on my red raw soles
Balance, you can walk on your own
She talks in italic I talk in bold
That’s why I come across how I come across when I come across cold
That’s how I am, that’s how it goes, that’s how I am
Think and I talk and I damn near walk on my hands
Blistering up, white hot sands whether me down
Keeping my digits rough
Keeping my fingers raw man they got me like fuck nah
Where did I get my luck and how did my foot get stuck?
I swear that I’m breaking up
Fuck where did I get my luck and how did my foot get stuck?
I swear that I’m breaking up
I swear I
My feet locked into it the thumping reaches your neck
Dark waters run down the walls beads of my sweat
I was running fractured, fractured
My feet on the pavement
My feet on the grey stone ground
My eyes on horizon, the feeling from above
When we’re alone (dots all on the coast)
Couldn’t see the sun (sun spots my prose)
When we’re alone (she could fade, she could cry)
When we’re alive
Picture a knife
Hand on the blade of a knife
I feel the passionate drive
Picture a knife
Hand on the blade of a knife
I feel the passionate drive
Picture a knife
Hand on the blade of a knife
I feel the passionate drive
Picture a knife
Hand on the blade of a
