歌曲 | I Want You |
歌手 | The Blessing |
专辑 | Prince of the Deep Water |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I want you like thunder in the trees on the switch blade | |
Of my blue grass memory | |
I’m a big sky, I’m a helicopter flying by over jungles | |
And Amazons who bend to tie | |
Take positions I’ve known them hard enough to clarify for | |
Munitions and their sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
On a white hill the scented soldiers come and go | |
To the wing-whipped language on the radio | |
I’m a dark cloud I’m circling on your soul tonight | |
And I need you baby I’m going crazy in my cell tonight | |
Take your positions baby I’ve loved you hard enough to | |
Satisfy for munitions and slaves and baby our sliding | |
Scopes and seeing eyes | |
It’s a theatre of war and every player drops his line | |
I’m the break horse and I’m stomping to the bar in time | |
You can’t leave me behind | |
I’ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
Out of sights is out of mind | |
For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
It’s a theatre of war | |
It’s a cold word a hundred blue beneath the sea | |
You’re the sunlight down here baby | |
You’re the breeze to answer sailor’s dreams | |
Lying at anchor the world in all her feelings sway | |
Bent in penance | |
A supplicant on judgement day | |
You can’t leave me behind | |
I’ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
Out of sights is out of mind | |
For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
It’s a cold war my baby and every player drops his line | |
I’m the break horse and I’m stomping down the funky line | |
And I want you like thunder in the trees | |
And I want you down on my bended knees |
I want you like thunder in the trees on the switch blade | |
Of my blue grass memory | |
I' m a big sky, I' m a helicopter flying by over jungles | |
And Amazons who bend to tie | |
Take positions I' ve known them hard enough to clarify for | |
Munitions and their sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
On a white hill the scented soldiers come and go | |
To the wingwhipped language on the radio | |
I' m a dark cloud I' m circling on your soul tonight | |
And I need you baby I' m going crazy in my cell tonight | |
Take your positions baby I' ve loved you hard enough to | |
Satisfy for munitions and slaves and baby our sliding | |
Scopes and seeing eyes | |
It' s a theatre of war and every player drops his line | |
I' m the break horse and I' m stomping to the bar in time | |
You can' t leave me behind | |
I' ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
Out of sights is out of mind | |
For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
It' s a theatre of war | |
It' s a cold word a hundred blue beneath the sea | |
You' re the sunlight down here baby | |
You' re the breeze to answer sailor' s dreams | |
Lying at anchor the world in all her feelings sway | |
Bent in penance | |
A supplicant on judgement day | |
You can' t leave me behind | |
I' ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
Out of sights is out of mind | |
For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
It' s a cold war my baby and every player drops his line | |
I' m the break horse and I' m stomping down the funky line | |
And I want you like thunder in the trees | |
And I want you down on my bended knees |
I want you like thunder in the trees on the switch blade | |
Of my blue grass memory | |
I' m a big sky, I' m a helicopter flying by over jungles | |
And Amazons who bend to tie | |
Take positions I' ve known them hard enough to clarify for | |
Munitions and their sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
On a white hill the scented soldiers come and go | |
To the wingwhipped language on the radio | |
I' m a dark cloud I' m circling on your soul tonight | |
And I need you baby I' m going crazy in my cell tonight | |
Take your positions baby I' ve loved you hard enough to | |
Satisfy for munitions and slaves and baby our sliding | |
Scopes and seeing eyes | |
It' s a theatre of war and every player drops his line | |
I' m the break horse and I' m stomping to the bar in time | |
You can' t leave me behind | |
I' ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
Out of sights is out of mind | |
For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
It' s a theatre of war | |
It' s a cold word a hundred blue beneath the sea | |
You' re the sunlight down here baby | |
You' re the breeze to answer sailor' s dreams | |
Lying at anchor the world in all her feelings sway | |
Bent in penance | |
A supplicant on judgement day | |
You can' t leave me behind | |
I' ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
Out of sights is out of mind | |
For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
It' s a cold war my baby and every player drops his line | |
I' m the break horse and I' m stomping down the funky line | |
And I want you like thunder in the trees | |
And I want you down on my bended knees |