歌曲 | Khaki & Corduroy |
歌手 | Laura Cantrell |
专辑 | Humming by the Flowered Vine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cantrell | |
Khaki and corduroy | |
Leather jackets on the boys | |
Denim with a worn out place on the pocket | |
Open faces with knowing looks | |
Your heavy satchel full of books | |
Smiles tucked away in mamas lockets | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places | |
You play it straight most of the time | |
But you're looking for the perfect crime | |
Find your mark and make your move | |
Nothing harmed and nothing proved | |
One night spent on that cold tile floor | |
Then you creep home guilty like before | |
Learning how to break or bend | |
Broken now but sure to bend | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places | |
Late hours in the Spanish clubs | |
With your arms around the one you love | |
Find the beat slow and sweet | |
Neon glow and dance floor heat | |
Walk by that river in the dark midnight | |
With that water reflecting in your eyes | |
Wild currents pulling you away | |
Standing still I have to stay | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places |
zuo qu : Cantrell | |
Khaki and corduroy | |
Leather jackets on the boys | |
Denim with a worn out place on the pocket | |
Open faces with knowing looks | |
Your heavy satchel full of books | |
Smiles tucked away in mamas lockets | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places | |
You play it straight most of the time | |
But you' re looking for the perfect crime | |
Find your mark and make your move | |
Nothing harmed and nothing proved | |
One night spent on that cold tile floor | |
Then you creep home guilty like before | |
Learning how to break or bend | |
Broken now but sure to bend | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places | |
Late hours in the Spanish clubs | |
With your arms around the one you love | |
Find the beat slow and sweet | |
Neon glow and dance floor heat | |
Walk by that river in the dark midnight | |
With that water reflecting in your eyes | |
Wild currents pulling you away | |
Standing still I have to stay | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places |
zuò qǔ : Cantrell | |
Khaki and corduroy | |
Leather jackets on the boys | |
Denim with a worn out place on the pocket | |
Open faces with knowing looks | |
Your heavy satchel full of books | |
Smiles tucked away in mamas lockets | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places | |
You play it straight most of the time | |
But you' re looking for the perfect crime | |
Find your mark and make your move | |
Nothing harmed and nothing proved | |
One night spent on that cold tile floor | |
Then you creep home guilty like before | |
Learning how to break or bend | |
Broken now but sure to bend | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places | |
Late hours in the Spanish clubs | |
With your arms around the one you love | |
Find the beat slow and sweet | |
Neon glow and dance floor heat | |
Walk by that river in the dark midnight | |
With that water reflecting in your eyes | |
Wild currents pulling you away | |
Standing still I have to stay | |
Sometimes I see their faces in the most unlikely places |