歌曲 | Cross Against the Moon |
歌手 | Mindy McCready |
专辑 | If I Don't Stay the Night |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bergsnes, Maher | |
Moonlight streaks across a picture of a marilyn monroe | |
While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window | |
A strong nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat | |
She reads those bible stories to her calico cat | |
She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck | |
And hears her daddy's sermons echo through her head | |
Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream | |
Sees her name on a marquis sign beside james dean | |
It's the cross against the moon | |
A restless girl in a pink bedroom | |
Sweet seventeen and the silver screen | |
Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams | |
Nothings black and white | |
Nothings wrong or right | |
Just questions that she hopes to answer soon | |
It's the cross against the moon | |
Woo-oh, cross against the moon | |
Oh, yeah | |
Her daddy said sundays spent in gospel tents | |
Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence | |
She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears | |
But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears | |
So she fights the battle of what she wants to be | |
Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams | |
She looks up to marilyn says your looking good | |
She puts her bible in her suitcase, pens off to hollywood | |
It's the cross against the moon | |
A restless girl in a pink bedroom | |
Sweet seventeen and the silver screen | |
Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams | |
Nothings black and white | |
Nothings wrong or right | |
Just questions that she hopes to answer soon | |
It's the cross against the moon | |
Woo-oh, cross against the moon | |
Cross against the moon | |
Ooh-oh-oh | |
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
zuo ci : Bergsnes, Maher | |
Moonlight streaks across a picture of a marilyn monroe | |
While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window | |
A strong nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat | |
She reads those bible stories to her calico cat | |
She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck | |
And hears her daddy' s sermons echo through her head | |
Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream | |
Sees her name on a marquis sign beside james dean | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
A restless girl in a pink bedroom | |
Sweet seventeen and the silver screen | |
Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams | |
Nothings black and white | |
Nothings wrong or right | |
Just questions that she hopes to answer soon | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
Woooh, cross against the moon | |
Oh, yeah | |
Her daddy said sundays spent in gospel tents | |
Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence | |
She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears | |
But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears | |
So she fights the battle of what she wants to be | |
Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams | |
She looks up to marilyn says your looking good | |
She puts her bible in her suitcase, pens off to hollywood | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
A restless girl in a pink bedroom | |
Sweet seventeen and the silver screen | |
Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams | |
Nothings black and white | |
Nothings wrong or right | |
Just questions that she hopes to answer soon | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
Woooh, cross against the moon | |
Cross against the moon | |
Oohohoh | |
Ohohohohohohoh |
zuò cí : Bergsnes, Maher | |
Moonlight streaks across a picture of a marilyn monroe | |
While the corn stocks rattle outside her bedroom window | |
A strong nebraska wind laying those prairie fields flat | |
She reads those bible stories to her calico cat | |
She stares into the mirror at the cross around her neck | |
And hears her daddy' s sermons echo through her head | |
Then she closes her eyes and drifts into a dream | |
Sees her name on a marquis sign beside james dean | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
A restless girl in a pink bedroom | |
Sweet seventeen and the silver screen | |
Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams | |
Nothings black and white | |
Nothings wrong or right | |
Just questions that she hopes to answer soon | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
Woooh, cross against the moon | |
Oh, yeah | |
Her daddy said sundays spent in gospel tents | |
Would keep the stars from stealing her innocence | |
She wants to live her life without these doubts and fears | |
But the sound of brimstone burning whispers in her ears | |
So she fights the battle of what she wants to be | |
Trying hard to find the courage to chase her dreams | |
She looks up to marilyn says your looking good | |
She puts her bible in her suitcase, pens off to hollywood | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
A restless girl in a pink bedroom | |
Sweet seventeen and the silver screen | |
Yellow brick road and technicolor dreams | |
Nothings black and white | |
Nothings wrong or right | |
Just questions that she hopes to answer soon | |
It' s the cross against the moon | |
Woooh, cross against the moon | |
Cross against the moon | |
Oohohoh | |
Ohohohohohohoh |