歌曲 | The Notbirds |
歌手 | Hopewell |
专辑 | Hopewell & the Birds of Appetite |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hopewell, Russo | |
They lived in a house | |
On tall spindly legs | |
She could look right through you | |
Cough and shake her head | |
And when they drew blood | |
They could hardly look away | |
Even though it's not much | |
It was all they had to say | |
She said You're killing me | |
Pound me deader than a nail | |
He said You're killing me | |
Send me off in the US mail | |
They lived in a house | |
On a long winding stream | |
That water could run, man | |
No matter the scene | |
And shafts of light | |
Drove by the bed | |
Bright shafts of light | |
Trailed by their heads | |
He said You're killing me | |
Pound me deader than a nail | |
She said You're killing me | |
Send me off in the US mail | |
All the records were spun | |
The phone, it's dead | |
By word of mouth | |
Nothing was said | |
And when they were found | |
Red footprints led | |
All the people gathered round | |
At the foot of the bed | |
Their blessed union was fraught | |
With cellular dismay | |
The light they gave off | |
Held the people at bay |
zuo qu : Hopewell, Russo | |
They lived in a house | |
On tall spindly legs | |
She could look right through you | |
Cough and shake her head | |
And when they drew blood | |
They could hardly look away | |
Even though it' s not much | |
It was all they had to say | |
She said You' re killing me | |
Pound me deader than a nail | |
He said You' re killing me | |
Send me off in the US mail | |
They lived in a house | |
On a long winding stream | |
That water could run, man | |
No matter the scene | |
And shafts of light | |
Drove by the bed | |
Bright shafts of light | |
Trailed by their heads | |
He said You' re killing me | |
Pound me deader than a nail | |
She said You' re killing me | |
Send me off in the US mail | |
All the records were spun | |
The phone, it' s dead | |
By word of mouth | |
Nothing was said | |
And when they were found | |
Red footprints led | |
All the people gathered round | |
At the foot of the bed | |
Their blessed union was fraught | |
With cellular dismay | |
The light they gave off | |
Held the people at bay |
zuò qǔ : Hopewell, Russo | |
They lived in a house | |
On tall spindly legs | |
She could look right through you | |
Cough and shake her head | |
And when they drew blood | |
They could hardly look away | |
Even though it' s not much | |
It was all they had to say | |
She said You' re killing me | |
Pound me deader than a nail | |
He said You' re killing me | |
Send me off in the US mail | |
They lived in a house | |
On a long winding stream | |
That water could run, man | |
No matter the scene | |
And shafts of light | |
Drove by the bed | |
Bright shafts of light | |
Trailed by their heads | |
He said You' re killing me | |
Pound me deader than a nail | |
She said You' re killing me | |
Send me off in the US mail | |
All the records were spun | |
The phone, it' s dead | |
By word of mouth | |
Nothing was said | |
And when they were found | |
Red footprints led | |
All the people gathered round | |
At the foot of the bed | |
Their blessed union was fraught | |
With cellular dismay | |
The light they gave off | |
Held the people at bay |