歌曲 | Infamous Love Song |
歌手 | Over the Rhine |
专辑 | The Long Surrende |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I sing | |
The bebop apocalypse | |
Lean into you | |
God's hands on my hips | |
Grip the midnight microphone | |
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
I wrestle my angel | |
In smoky stage lights | |
Climb Jacob's ladder | |
Two thousand more flights | |
Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five— | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
We were born in the dirt | |
On our hands and knees | |
But started out climbing | |
Deciduous trees | |
We learned to sway | |
Ridiculously high | |
Hungry to taste | |
Mouthfuls of sky | |
Now I bring all our secrets | |
To show and tell | |
How we dragged each other | |
Through heaven and hell | |
It's our smoking gun | |
But hey, we're still alive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
Your third-story windows | |
On thirteenth and Main | |
Still glow with an eerie | |
Mysterious flame | |
Where we learned to slow dance | |
By dawn's early light | |
And tried to be tender | |
With all of our might | |
And just down the street | |
At the Milner Hotel | |
Rosie's sloppin' the hogs | |
And the infidels | |
They all went out of business | |
When the market took a dive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
There's nights when I mostly | |
Just feel like a thief | |
With a prized possession | |
A gleeful belief | |
That love's both a joke | |
And a serious matter | |
You don't quite know your muse | |
But you know when you've had her | |
When I first saw your face yeah | |
It hurt you to smile | |
Your lips tasted like tears | |
I could kiss them for miles | |
On a midnight train— | |
May it never arrive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
There's days when we lose | |
Our appetite | |
And days when we're bruised | |
And losing the fight | |
Of a lifetime, days | |
When we're looking inside | |
Wondering if | |
We're half dead or alive | |
But the slow honey drip | |
Of those young nights long gone— | |
The memory's a friendly whip | |
Urging us on | |
My mouth on your lips | |
Is just trying to revive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
This love's the affirmation | |
Of everything good | |
The oxygen coursing | |
Through the blood | |
The feel of being understood | |
The belief that, Oh Yes, | |
Somehow we could | |
And the milkyway looks | |
Like a flimsy blouse | |
But now we're gentrified | |
In our civil war house | |
Safe as a painting | |
By Currier and Ives | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
So I still sing | |
The bebop apocalypse | |
Lean into you | |
God's hands on my hips | |
Grip the midnight microphone | |
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
I still wrestle my angel | |
In smoky stage lights | |
Climb Jacob's ladder | |
Two thousand more flights | |
C'mon St. Valentine, how 'bout a high five— | |
Baby our love song must survive |
I sing | |
The bebop apocalypse | |
Lean into you | |
God' s hands on my hips | |
Grip the midnight microphone | |
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
I wrestle my angel | |
In smoky stage lights | |
Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
Two thousand more flights | |
Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
We were born in the dirt | |
On our hands and knees | |
But started out climbing | |
Deciduous trees | |
We learned to sway | |
Ridiculously high | |
Hungry to taste | |
Mouthfuls of sky | |
Now I bring all our secrets | |
To show and tell | |
How we dragged each other | |
Through heaven and hell | |
It' s our smoking gun | |
But hey, we' re still alive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
Your thirdstory windows | |
On thirteenth and Main | |
Still glow with an eerie | |
Mysterious flame | |
Where we learned to slow dance | |
By dawn' s early light | |
And tried to be tender | |
With all of our might | |
And just down the street | |
At the Milner Hotel | |
Rosie' s sloppin' the hogs | |
And the infidels | |
They all went out of business | |
When the market took a dive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
There' s nights when I mostly | |
Just feel like a thief | |
With a prized possession | |
A gleeful belief | |
That love' s both a joke | |
And a serious matter | |
You don' t quite know your muse | |
But you know when you' ve had her | |
When I first saw your face yeah | |
It hurt you to smile | |
Your lips tasted like tears | |
I could kiss them for miles | |
On a midnight train | |
May it never arrive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
There' s days when we lose | |
Our appetite | |
And days when we' re bruised | |
And losing the fight | |
Of a lifetime, days | |
When we' re looking inside | |
Wondering if | |
We' re half dead or alive | |
But the slow honey drip | |
Of those young nights long gone | |
The memory' s a friendly whip | |
Urging us on | |
My mouth on your lips | |
Is just trying to revive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
This love' s the affirmation | |
Of everything good | |
The oxygen coursing | |
Through the blood | |
The feel of being understood | |
The belief that, Oh Yes, | |
Somehow we could | |
And the milkyway looks | |
Like a flimsy blouse | |
But now we' re gentrified | |
In our civil war house | |
Safe as a painting | |
By Currier and Ives | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
So I still sing | |
The bebop apocalypse | |
Lean into you | |
God' s hands on my hips | |
Grip the midnight microphone | |
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
I still wrestle my angel | |
In smoky stage lights | |
Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
Two thousand more flights | |
C' mon St. Valentine, how ' bout a high five | |
Baby our love song must survive |
I sing | |
The bebop apocalypse | |
Lean into you | |
God' s hands on my hips | |
Grip the midnight microphone | |
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
I wrestle my angel | |
In smoky stage lights | |
Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
Two thousand more flights | |
Tell St. Valentine, Hey gimme five | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
We were born in the dirt | |
On our hands and knees | |
But started out climbing | |
Deciduous trees | |
We learned to sway | |
Ridiculously high | |
Hungry to taste | |
Mouthfuls of sky | |
Now I bring all our secrets | |
To show and tell | |
How we dragged each other | |
Through heaven and hell | |
It' s our smoking gun | |
But hey, we' re still alive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
Your thirdstory windows | |
On thirteenth and Main | |
Still glow with an eerie | |
Mysterious flame | |
Where we learned to slow dance | |
By dawn' s early light | |
And tried to be tender | |
With all of our might | |
And just down the street | |
At the Milner Hotel | |
Rosie' s sloppin' the hogs | |
And the infidels | |
They all went out of business | |
When the market took a dive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
There' s nights when I mostly | |
Just feel like a thief | |
With a prized possession | |
A gleeful belief | |
That love' s both a joke | |
And a serious matter | |
You don' t quite know your muse | |
But you know when you' ve had her | |
When I first saw your face yeah | |
It hurt you to smile | |
Your lips tasted like tears | |
I could kiss them for miles | |
On a midnight train | |
May it never arrive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
There' s days when we lose | |
Our appetite | |
And days when we' re bruised | |
And losing the fight | |
Of a lifetime, days | |
When we' re looking inside | |
Wondering if | |
We' re half dead or alive | |
But the slow honey drip | |
Of those young nights long gone | |
The memory' s a friendly whip | |
Urging us on | |
My mouth on your lips | |
Is just trying to revive | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
This love' s the affirmation | |
Of everything good | |
The oxygen coursing | |
Through the blood | |
The feel of being understood | |
The belief that, Oh Yes, | |
Somehow we could | |
And the milkyway looks | |
Like a flimsy blouse | |
But now we' re gentrified | |
In our civil war house | |
Safe as a painting | |
By Currier and Ives | |
Baby our love song must survive | |
So I still sing | |
The bebop apocalypse | |
Lean into you | |
God' s hands on my hips | |
Grip the midnight microphone | |
Steel every cell of my flesh and bone | |
I still wrestle my angel | |
In smoky stage lights | |
Climb Jacob' s ladder | |
Two thousand more flights | |
C' mon St. Valentine, how ' bout a high five | |
Baby our love song must survive |