歌曲 | Laos |
歌手 | Hannah Marcus |
专辑 | Desert Farmers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Marcus | |
He was a pretty boy, | |
Stayed at our house. | |
He took his girlfriend and | |
They went off to Laos. | |
They took a photo there | |
Of his heart. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things you should never see | |
But there they are. | |
But there they are. | |
At the last supper sits | |
Jesus Christ. | |
Beneath his disciples fits | |
Some device. | |
Holding double A batteries | |
On the side. | |
And the halo circling round his head, | |
Twinkle on and off in red. | |
As he holds up a piece of bread | |
And rolls his eyes, | |
Rolls his eyes. | |
How could that poet state? | |
Such a phrase. | |
"Never look an angel straight | |
In the face?" | |
He knows they like to wait | |
In the strangest places. | |
Motel rooms, pharmacies, | |
Photographs, batteries. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things. | |
Some things you should never see | |
But hey - | |
You see them anyway. | |
Anyway. |
zuo qu : Marcus | |
He was a pretty boy, | |
Stayed at our house. | |
He took his girlfriend and | |
They went off to Laos. | |
They took a photo there | |
Of his heart. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things you should never see | |
But there they are. | |
But there they are. | |
At the last supper sits | |
Jesus Christ. | |
Beneath his disciples fits | |
Some device. | |
Holding double A batteries | |
On the side. | |
And the halo circling round his head, | |
Twinkle on and off in red. | |
As he holds up a piece of bread | |
And rolls his eyes, | |
Rolls his eyes. | |
How could that poet state? | |
Such a phrase. | |
" Never look an angel straight | |
In the face?" | |
He knows they like to wait | |
In the strangest places. | |
Motel rooms, pharmacies, | |
Photographs, batteries. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things. | |
Some things you should never see | |
But hey | |
You see them anyway. | |
Anyway. |
zuò qǔ : Marcus | |
He was a pretty boy, | |
Stayed at our house. | |
He took his girlfriend and | |
They went off to Laos. | |
They took a photo there | |
Of his heart. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things you should never see | |
But there they are. | |
But there they are. | |
At the last supper sits | |
Jesus Christ. | |
Beneath his disciples fits | |
Some device. | |
Holding double A batteries | |
On the side. | |
And the halo circling round his head, | |
Twinkle on and off in red. | |
As he holds up a piece of bread | |
And rolls his eyes, | |
Rolls his eyes. | |
How could that poet state? | |
Such a phrase. | |
" Never look an angel straight | |
In the face?" | |
He knows they like to wait | |
In the strangest places. | |
Motel rooms, pharmacies, | |
Photographs, batteries. | |
Some things you should never see. | |
Some things. | |
Some things you should never see | |
But hey | |
You see them anyway. | |
Anyway. |