歌曲 | Life Like Weeds |
歌手 | Modest Mouse |
专辑 | The Moon & Antarctica |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brock, Modest Mouse | |
In this life like weeds you're just a rock to me | |
You're just a rock to me you're just a rock to me | |
And in this life like weeds you're just a rock to me | |
And in this life like weeds and in this life like weeds | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the places you go you'll see the place where you're from | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the faces you meet you'll see the place where you'll die | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And on the day that you die you'll see the people you met | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been | |
I wish I could have told you all | |
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds | |
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed | |
In this life like weeds you're a rock to me | |
I know where you're from but where do you belong? | |
In this life like weeds you're the dirt | |
I breatheIn this life like weeds you're a rock to me | |
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds | |
I know where you're from but where do you belong? | |
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see | |
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds | |
In this life like weeds you're the dirt | |
I breatheAll this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up | |
Until there's nothin' left to breathe | |
And you think you feel almost everything | |
And we know in there that our hearts | |
Are just made out of strings | |
To be pulled, strings to be pulled | |
So you think you've figured out everything? | |
But we know in there that our minds | |
Are just made out of strings | |
To be pulled, strings to be pulled | |
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up | |
Until there's nothing left to breathe | |
Up until there's nothin' left to speak | |
Up until the better parts of space |
zuo ci : Brock, Modest Mouse | |
In this life like weeds you' re just a rock to me | |
You' re just a rock to me you' re just a rock to me | |
And in this life like weeds you' re just a rock to me | |
And in this life like weeds and in this life like weeds | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the places you go you' ll see the place where you' re from | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the faces you meet you' ll see the place where you' ll die | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And on the day that you die you' ll see the people you met | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the faces you see, you' ll see just who you' ve been | |
I wish I could have told you all | |
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds | |
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed | |
In this life like weeds you' re a rock to me | |
I know where you' re from but where do you belong? | |
In this life like weeds you' re the dirt | |
I breatheIn this life like weeds you' re a rock to me | |
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds | |
I know where you' re from but where do you belong? | |
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see | |
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds | |
In this life like weeds you' re the dirt | |
I breatheAll this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up | |
Until there' s nothin' left to breathe | |
And you think you feel almost everything | |
And we know in there that our hearts | |
Are just made out of strings | |
To be pulled, strings to be pulled | |
So you think you' ve figured out everything? | |
But we know in there that our minds | |
Are just made out of strings | |
To be pulled, strings to be pulled | |
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up | |
Until there' s nothing left to breathe | |
Up until there' s nothin' left to speak | |
Up until the better parts of space |
zuò cí : Brock, Modest Mouse | |
In this life like weeds you' re just a rock to me | |
You' re just a rock to me you' re just a rock to me | |
And in this life like weeds you' re just a rock to me | |
And in this life like weeds and in this life like weeds | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the places you go you' ll see the place where you' re from | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the faces you meet you' ll see the place where you' ll die | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And on the day that you die you' ll see the people you met | |
I could have told you all that | |
I love you | |
And in the faces you see, you' ll see just who you' ve been | |
I wish I could have told you all | |
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds | |
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed | |
In this life like weeds you' re a rock to me | |
I know where you' re from but where do you belong? | |
In this life like weeds you' re the dirt | |
I breatheIn this life like weeds you' re a rock to me | |
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds | |
I know where you' re from but where do you belong? | |
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see | |
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds | |
In this life like weeds you' re the dirt | |
I breatheAll this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up | |
Until there' s nothin' left to breathe | |
And you think you feel almost everything | |
And we know in there that our hearts | |
Are just made out of strings | |
To be pulled, strings to be pulled | |
So you think you' ve figured out everything? | |
But we know in there that our minds | |
Are just made out of strings | |
To be pulled, strings to be pulled | |
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up | |
Until there' s nothing left to breathe | |
Up until there' s nothin' left to speak | |
Up until the better parts of space |