歌曲 | 700 Ft. Ceiling |
歌手 | The Tragically Hip |
专辑 | Trouble at the Henhouse |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Baker, Downie, Fay, Langlois ... | |
Let's go to the park | |
Let's go watch them flooding | |
Out there after dark | |
Don't have to think of nothing | |
And I love that for | |
For the way I'm feeling | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
Let's take it to the top | |
Of the tobacco nation | |
We can aim the dish | |
For hardcore invitations | |
And I hate that for | |
For the things I'm thinking | |
When the clouds are low | |
Seven hundred and sinking | |
It's part hard, hard to remember | |
It's part hard to say | |
Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
And those parts fade away | |
But leanings toward, toward a full-stop's | |
All I hear you say | |
One foot on the stump | |
The other's on the pulpit | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot pulpit | |
And I love that for | |
For the way I'm feeling | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
It's part hard, hard to remember | |
It's part hard to say | |
Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
And those parts fade away | |
In our own back yard | |
We can do some flooding | |
When it's cold and dark | |
Don't have to think or nothing | |
Don't have to think or nothing |
zuo ci : Baker, Downie, Fay, Langlois ... | |
Let' s go to the park | |
Let' s go watch them flooding | |
Out there after dark | |
Don' t have to think of nothing | |
And I love that for | |
For the way I' m feeling | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
Let' s take it to the top | |
Of the tobacco nation | |
We can aim the dish | |
For hardcore invitations | |
And I hate that for | |
For the things I' m thinking | |
When the clouds are low | |
Seven hundred and sinking | |
It' s part hard, hard to remember | |
It' s part hard to say | |
Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
And those parts fade away | |
But leanings toward, toward a fullstop' s | |
All I hear you say | |
One foot on the stump | |
The other' s on the pulpit | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot pulpit | |
And I love that for | |
For the way I' m feeling | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
It' s part hard, hard to remember | |
It' s part hard to say | |
Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
And those parts fade away | |
In our own back yard | |
We can do some flooding | |
When it' s cold and dark | |
Don' t have to think or nothing | |
Don' t have to think or nothing |
zuò cí : Baker, Downie, Fay, Langlois ... | |
Let' s go to the park | |
Let' s go watch them flooding | |
Out there after dark | |
Don' t have to think of nothing | |
And I love that for | |
For the way I' m feeling | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
Let' s take it to the top | |
Of the tobacco nation | |
We can aim the dish | |
For hardcore invitations | |
And I hate that for | |
For the things I' m thinking | |
When the clouds are low | |
Seven hundred and sinking | |
It' s part hard, hard to remember | |
It' s part hard to say | |
Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
And those parts fade away | |
But leanings toward, toward a fullstop' s | |
All I hear you say | |
One foot on the stump | |
The other' s on the pulpit | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot pulpit | |
And I love that for | |
For the way I' m feeling | |
Seven hundred foot | |
Seven hundred foot ceiling | |
It' s part hard, hard to remember | |
It' s part hard to say | |
Parts unknown, unknown forever | |
And those parts fade away | |
In our own back yard | |
We can do some flooding | |
When it' s cold and dark | |
Don' t have to think or nothing | |
Don' t have to think or nothing |