歌曲 | A Seafarer's Knot |
歌手 | Fair to Midland |
专辑 | Inter. Funda. Stifle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fair To Midland, Sudderth | |
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. | |
She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools. | |
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. | |
He's making his tricks and trades and a job well done. | |
Through the motions and waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence. | |
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things. | |
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe. | |
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too. | |
What more amazing things that we'll turn into rain. | |
Lucky is a deer in the headlights. | |
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more. | |
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy. | |
He'd rather give up the pulse, than take mine. | |
Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high. | |
Drink to love while we wait for high tide. | |
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word. | |
Gather round while we wait for high tide. |
zuo qu : Fair To Midland, Sudderth | |
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. | |
She' s diggin for chemistry with the butcher' s tools. | |
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. | |
He' s making his tricks and trades and a job well done. | |
Through the motions and waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence. | |
He' s turning agreen from these envious glorious things. | |
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe. | |
Invoking a blue that' s meant for us too. | |
What more amazing things that we' ll turn into rain. | |
Lucky is a deer in the headlights. | |
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more. | |
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy. | |
He' d rather give up the pulse, than take mine. | |
Gather ' round, hold your glasses up high. | |
Drink to love while we wait for high tide. | |
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word. | |
Gather round while we wait for high tide. |
zuò qǔ : Fair To Midland, Sudderth | |
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. | |
She' s diggin for chemistry with the butcher' s tools. | |
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. | |
He' s making his tricks and trades and a job well done. | |
Through the motions and waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence. | |
He' s turning agreen from these envious glorious things. | |
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe. | |
Invoking a blue that' s meant for us too. | |
What more amazing things that we' ll turn into rain. | |
Lucky is a deer in the headlights. | |
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more. | |
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy. | |
He' d rather give up the pulse, than take mine. | |
Gather ' round, hold your glasses up high. | |
Drink to love while we wait for high tide. | |
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word. | |
Gather round while we wait for high tide. |