歌曲 | Tin Foil |
歌手 | The Handsome Family |
专辑 | Milk and Scissors |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
Late New Year's Eve, paper hat on your head, | |
It's hard to believe you'll ever be dead. | |
But that dream where you're falling you've had since you're five | |
Is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye. | |
Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass. | |
I loved him better each time he crashed. | |
Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed certain that | |
Skylab would fall on her head. | |
One night I dreamed that I dug my own grave and climbed down inside to patiently wait. | |
Down in the ground I breathed the warm air and blackbirds flew down to nest in my hair. | |
What is moving will be still. | |
What's been gathered will disperse. | |
What's been built up will collapse. | |
All your dreams fulfilled |
zuo ci : Sparks, Sparks | |
Late New Year' s Eve, paper hat on your head, | |
It' s hard to believe you' ll ever be dead. | |
But that dream where you' re falling you' ve had since you' re five | |
Is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye. | |
Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass. | |
I loved him better each time he crashed. | |
Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed certain that | |
Skylab would fall on her head. | |
One night I dreamed that I dug my own grave and climbed down inside to patiently wait. | |
Down in the ground I breathed the warm air and blackbirds flew down to nest in my hair. | |
What is moving will be still. | |
What' s been gathered will disperse. | |
What' s been built up will collapse. | |
All your dreams fulfilled |
zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
Late New Year' s Eve, paper hat on your head, | |
It' s hard to believe you' ll ever be dead. | |
But that dream where you' re falling you' ve had since you' re five | |
Is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye. | |
Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass. | |
I loved him better each time he crashed. | |
Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed certain that | |
Skylab would fall on her head. | |
One night I dreamed that I dug my own grave and climbed down inside to patiently wait. | |
Down in the ground I breathed the warm air and blackbirds flew down to nest in my hair. | |
What is moving will be still. | |
What' s been gathered will disperse. | |
What' s been built up will collapse. | |
All your dreams fulfilled |