歌曲 | 'bout a Train |
歌手 | Spin Doctors |
专辑 | You've Got to Believe in Something |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barron, Comess | |
When I hear that train a-coming from the junction | |
Troublin' my mind is it's favorite function. | |
It makes that crying on that old air horn | |
Middle of the night, | |
I can hear it mourn | |
The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out in the rain | |
Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train | |
Oh, about a train | |
My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean | |
And stolen designs for perpetual motion | |
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding | |
Silent man, he won't tell me what it is | |
What it is he's holding | |
The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
The train's a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out by the rain | |
Leaving town and mumbling something 'bout a train | |
My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon | |
Far off lonely home is my only companion | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out in the rain | |
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |
zuo ci : Barron, Comess | |
When I hear that train acoming from the junction | |
Troublin' my mind is it' s favorite function. | |
It makes that crying on that old air horn | |
Middle of the night, | |
I can hear it mourn | |
The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out in the rain | |
Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
Oh, about a train | |
My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean | |
And stolen designs for perpetual motion | |
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding | |
Silent man, he won' t tell me what it is | |
What it is he' s holding | |
The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out by the rain | |
Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon | |
Far off lonely home is my only companion | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out in the rain | |
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |
zuò cí : Barron, Comess | |
When I hear that train acoming from the junction | |
Troublin' my mind is it' s favorite function. | |
It makes that crying on that old air horn | |
Middle of the night, | |
I can hear it mourn | |
The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out in the rain | |
Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
Oh, about a train | |
My head is full of sky and my boots are full of ocean | |
And stolen designs for perpetual motion | |
Love scarred, shattered, tattered, and unfolding | |
Silent man, he won' t tell me what it is | |
What it is he' s holding | |
The world is a stone hanging in the night | |
The train' s a woman and she leaves behind a light | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out by the rain | |
Leaving town and mumbling something ' bout a train | |
My heart is a stone, and my head is a canyon | |
Far off lonely home is my only companion | |
Love is gone, | |
I mean washed out in the rain | |
Leaving town, mumbling something about a train |