笨小笨Eggshells歌词由Louis Brennan&Ben Walker演唱，出自专辑《Banish Air From Air》，下面是《Eggshells》完整版歌词！
Eggshells歌词完整版
Seventeen hours at sea, westerly bound from Rye
As we wait alone,
My lugger and me, naught but eggshells on the line
I saw her down by the quay, her dark smile turned my eye
For the night alone.
My lugger and me, naught but eggshells on the line
Dawn broke, I was trimming the sheet. Offering her no fond goodbye
As we left her alone,
My lugger and me, naught but eggshells on the line.
And now I hear her coming for me, I can hear her scream in the rise
Of the wind in an echo of sin
My lugger and me, naught but eggshells on the line.
The wind will howl and the ropes will crack,
and I will stand firm with the mast at my back
Get you down, I'll curse at the gale, get you down, I'll spit at the tide
And she'll drag me down low
To feast on my bones, naught but eggshells on the line.
