歌曲 | Striped White Jets |
歌手 | Guided by Voices |
专辑 | Alien Lanes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Pollard | |
Send in the striped white jets | |
In through stained glass ceilings, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh | |
Color them white or red | |
Don't let anyone find out | |
Or expose your feelings, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh | |
Cover your head instead | |
And penetrate this dark heart | |
And as the wound is healing, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh | |
Crawl to the other side | |
Where things are new in brilliant blue | |
And striped white jets come speeding through, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh | |
And we must not forget | |
The sudden pain of birth and greed | |
And what's expected of this superbreed | |
And those who dream to touch the sun | |
And those who run | |
Who always run | |
Perfect striped white jets | |
In their hangars bleeding, ah-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh | |
Cover them all in black |
zuo ci : Pollard | |
Send in the striped white jets | |
In through stained glass ceilings, ahshshshshshsh | |
Color them white or red | |
Don' t let anyone find out | |
Or expose your feelings, ahshshshshshsh | |
Cover your head instead | |
And penetrate this dark heart | |
And as the wound is healing, ahshshshshshsh | |
Crawl to the other side | |
Where things are new in brilliant blue | |
And striped white jets come speeding through, ahshshshshshsh | |
And we must not forget | |
The sudden pain of birth and greed | |
And what' s expected of this superbreed | |
And those who dream to touch the sun | |
And those who run | |
Who always run | |
Perfect striped white jets | |
In their hangars bleeding, ahshshshshshsh | |
Cover them all in black |
zuò cí : Pollard | |
Send in the striped white jets | |
In through stained glass ceilings, ahshshshshshsh | |
Color them white or red | |
Don' t let anyone find out | |
Or expose your feelings, ahshshshshshsh | |
Cover your head instead | |
And penetrate this dark heart | |
And as the wound is healing, ahshshshshshsh | |
Crawl to the other side | |
Where things are new in brilliant blue | |
And striped white jets come speeding through, ahshshshshshsh | |
And we must not forget | |
The sudden pain of birth and greed | |
And what' s expected of this superbreed | |
And those who dream to touch the sun | |
And those who run | |
Who always run | |
Perfect striped white jets | |
In their hangars bleeding, ahshshshshshsh | |
Cover them all in black |