歌曲 | City Bird |
歌手 | Jesca Hoop |
专辑 | Snowglobe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
City bird | |
City bird | |
Fly away | |
From my window | |
From my window | |
Cos you don’t sing | |
Like the birds from home sing | |
Your song is dying | |
I set the table | |
For the ghosts in my home | |
My home | |
And pour the wine | |
And raise a glass to the guests in my home | |
They enter in | |
in their skin and in their bones | |
still in their bones | |
the vision scares | |
but none compares | |
to the dread of drinking alone | |
After the tower was turned to a tomb | |
the underworld | |
refugees all refused by the banker | |
they can never go in | |
so I let them in | |
ahhhhh | |
city bird.... | |
I light the candle | |
For the ghosts | |
In my home | |
My home | |
And say a prayer | |
To please send care for the guests in my home | |
But in their sleep | |
They claw and scream the Devil home | |
The devils come home | |
But this nightmare | |
Does not compare | |
To the demons of sleeping alone | |
After the tower... | |
City bird.... |
City bird | |
City bird | |
Fly away | |
From my window | |
From my window | |
Cos you don' t sing | |
Like the birds from home sing | |
Your song is dying | |
I set the table | |
For the ghosts in my home | |
My home | |
And pour the wine | |
And raise a glass to the guests in my home | |
They enter in | |
in their skin and in their bones | |
still in their bones | |
the vision scares | |
but none compares | |
to the dread of drinking alone | |
After the tower was turned to a tomb | |
the underworld | |
refugees all refused by the banker | |
they can never go in | |
so I let them in | |
ahhhhh | |
city bird.... | |
I light the candle | |
For the ghosts | |
In my home | |
My home | |
And say a prayer | |
To please send care for the guests in my home | |
But in their sleep | |
They claw and scream the Devil home | |
The devils come home | |
But this nightmare | |
Does not compare | |
To the demons of sleeping alone | |
After the tower... | |
City bird.... |
City bird | |
City bird | |
Fly away | |
From my window | |
From my window | |
Cos you don' t sing | |
Like the birds from home sing | |
Your song is dying | |
I set the table | |
For the ghosts in my home | |
My home | |
And pour the wine | |
And raise a glass to the guests in my home | |
They enter in | |
in their skin and in their bones | |
still in their bones | |
the vision scares | |
but none compares | |
to the dread of drinking alone | |
After the tower was turned to a tomb | |
the underworld | |
refugees all refused by the banker | |
they can never go in | |
so I let them in | |
ahhhhh | |
city bird.... | |
I light the candle | |
For the ghosts | |
In my home | |
My home | |
And say a prayer | |
To please send care for the guests in my home | |
But in their sleep | |
They claw and scream the Devil home | |
The devils come home | |
But this nightmare | |
Does not compare | |
To the demons of sleeping alone | |
After the tower... | |
City bird.... |