歌曲 | Pendulums |
歌手 | Sarah Harmer |
专辑 | All of Our Names |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harmer | |
We are like pendulums | |
Our arms swinging at our sides | |
And I am a good little clock | |
Walking along power lines | |
I'm thinking like a swinging door | |
Hinging on these changing thoughts | |
Between the pull up to the shore | |
And the push off | |
In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
All along the edges of the road | |
I haven't even walked my block | |
Since I moved out here years ago | |
The secret lives of twist ties | |
The hidden story in one line | |
In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
All along the edges of the road | |
I haven't even walked my block | |
Since I moved out here years ago | |
We are like pendulums | |
Our arms swinging at our sides | |
And I am a good little clock | |
I'm ticking off the time | |
The distant lights are twinkling | |
It means there is a wind | |
That blows the trees against themselves | |
And hard into this house I'm sleeping in | |
I'm sleeping in |
zuo qu : Harmer | |
We are like pendulums | |
Our arms swinging at our sides | |
And I am a good little clock | |
Walking along power lines | |
I' m thinking like a swinging door | |
Hinging on these changing thoughts | |
Between the pull up to the shore | |
And the push off | |
In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
All along the edges of the road | |
I haven' t even walked my block | |
Since I moved out here years ago | |
The secret lives of twist ties | |
The hidden story in one line | |
In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
All along the edges of the road | |
I haven' t even walked my block | |
Since I moved out here years ago | |
We are like pendulums | |
Our arms swinging at our sides | |
And I am a good little clock | |
I' m ticking off the time | |
The distant lights are twinkling | |
It means there is a wind | |
That blows the trees against themselves | |
And hard into this house I' m sleeping in | |
I' m sleeping in |
zuò qǔ : Harmer | |
We are like pendulums | |
Our arms swinging at our sides | |
And I am a good little clock | |
Walking along power lines | |
I' m thinking like a swinging door | |
Hinging on these changing thoughts | |
Between the pull up to the shore | |
And the push off | |
In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
All along the edges of the road | |
I haven' t even walked my block | |
Since I moved out here years ago | |
The secret lives of twist ties | |
The hidden story in one line | |
In the lines of footprints in the snow | |
All along the edges of the road | |
I haven' t even walked my block | |
Since I moved out here years ago | |
We are like pendulums | |
Our arms swinging at our sides | |
And I am a good little clock | |
I' m ticking off the time | |
The distant lights are twinkling | |
It means there is a wind | |
That blows the trees against themselves | |
And hard into this house I' m sleeping in | |
I' m sleeping in |