歌曲 | Rainbows in the Dark |
歌手 | Tilly and the Wall |
专辑 | Bottoms of Barrels |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tilly And The Wall | |
One, two, three, four! | |
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love | |
Built a fondness for things that just weren't good enough | |
I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove | |
Which tagged me a naïve son | |
So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights | |
And they stuck up their noses and started some fights | |
Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands | |
While my father was slaving, my mother explained it | |
Sometimes that's just how it is | |
So my sister went kissing a maple-skinned boy | |
Finally held up her fists, said "I'm done being coy!" | |
And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy | |
We finally had front-page news | |
Although it was sad, | |
I couldn't help but laugh | |
Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat | |
I laid on my back, let the punk record spin | |
The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars | |
It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark | |
So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers | |
They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour | |
They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial | |
But I didn't feel them change | |
Then I met a man with a fist for a hand | |
Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in | |
Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed | |
The gift of a fat-lipped grin | |
Now they're drilling my teeth while | |
I'm soiling sheets | |
With my lover, she's counting the diamonds on rings | |
And even when truth doesn't help with the sting | |
Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour | |
You pull them out, feel they're changed | |
No need for a thousand cranes | |
So I thank the city, the lights that it's spinning | |
The friends that | |
I have and the shoes we’re not shining | |
The drunk horn’s so violent, all spinning out sounds | |
But the colour’s so vibrant , the colour’s so loud | |
The newly-born crying realizing what life is | |
The eyes of my grandfather right before dying | |
The see-saw of all, its rickety bounce | |
The feeling of coming, the feeling of going | |
The mother, the child, the tame and the wild | |
The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire | |
The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake | |
Oh, I'm finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams | |
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can't hold back the river | |
Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river |
zuo ci : Tilly And The Wall | |
One, two, three, four! | |
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love | |
Built a fondness for things that just weren' t good enough | |
I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove | |
Which tagged me a na ve son | |
So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights | |
And they stuck up their noses and started some fights | |
Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands | |
While my father was slaving, my mother explained it | |
Sometimes that' s just how it is | |
So my sister went kissing a mapleskinned boy | |
Finally held up her fists, said " I' m done being coy!" | |
And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy | |
We finally had frontpage news | |
Although it was sad, | |
I couldn' t help but laugh | |
Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat | |
I laid on my back, let the punk record spin | |
The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars | |
It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark | |
So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers | |
They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour | |
They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial | |
But I didn' t feel them change | |
Then I met a man with a fist for a hand | |
Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in | |
Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed | |
The gift of a fatlipped grin | |
Now they' re drilling my teeth while | |
I' m soiling sheets | |
With my lover, she' s counting the diamonds on rings | |
And even when truth doesn' t help with the sting | |
Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour | |
You pull them out, feel they' re changed | |
No need for a thousand cranes | |
So I thank the city, the lights that it' s spinning | |
The friends that | |
I have and the shoes we' re not shining | |
The drunk horn' s so violent, all spinning out sounds | |
But the colour' s so vibrant , the colour' s so loud | |
The newlyborn crying realizing what life is | |
The eyes of my grandfather right before dying | |
The seesaw of all, its rickety bounce | |
The feeling of coming, the feeling of going | |
The mother, the child, the tame and the wild | |
The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire | |
The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake | |
Oh, I' m finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river |
zuò cí : Tilly And The Wall | |
One, two, three, four! | |
I was kidnapped real young by the sweet taste of love | |
Built a fondness for things that just weren' t good enough | |
I cradled the crow, always shooed off the dove | |
Which tagged me a na ve son | |
So the fortunate kids, yeah they left on their lights | |
And they stuck up their noses and started some fights | |
Their parents all cackled at dirt on my hands | |
While my father was slaving, my mother explained it | |
Sometimes that' s just how it is | |
So my sister went kissing a mapleskinned boy | |
Finally held up her fists, said " I' m done being coy!" | |
And the neighbourhood, bored, started buzzing with joy | |
We finally had frontpage news | |
Although it was sad, | |
I couldn' t help but laugh | |
Such ridiculous hate in the hot summer sweat | |
I laid on my back, let the punk record spin | |
The sloppy guitar, it was shooting out stars | |
It all went to my heart, yeah some rainbows in the dark | |
So I called up danger, my friends and some strangers | |
They stumbled and wavered, but caught me a saviour | |
They slipped me the blood in the whole of the vial | |
But I didn' t feel them change | |
Then I met a man with a fist for a hand | |
Held me flat on my back, taught me how to give in | |
Some phrases were shot, pretty roses got tossed | |
The gift of a fatlipped grin | |
Now they' re drilling my teeth while | |
I' m soiling sheets | |
With my lover, she' s counting the diamonds on rings | |
And even when truth doesn' t help with the sting | |
Out of no numbers, some harsh looking colour | |
You pull them out, feel they' re changed | |
No need for a thousand cranes | |
So I thank the city, the lights that it' s spinning | |
The friends that | |
I have and the shoes we' re not shining | |
The drunk horn' s so violent, all spinning out sounds | |
But the colour' s so vibrant , the colour' s so loud | |
The newlyborn crying realizing what life is | |
The eyes of my grandfather right before dying | |
The seesaw of all, its rickety bounce | |
The feeling of coming, the feeling of going | |
The mother, the child, the tame and the wild | |
The sleeping in minor, the gold leaf, the tire | |
The crooked, the straight, all the hip and the fake | |
Oh, I' m finally feeling the stitching of beautiful seams | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Sometimes you just can' t hold back the river | |
Hold back the river, hold back the river, hold back the river |