歌曲 | Riches and Wonders |
歌手 | The Mountain Goats |
专辑 | All Hail West Texas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
We live high | |
Our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it | |
And it grows all fat and friendly | |
We have surplus if we need it | |
We hold on as hard as we can | |
Our knuckles are white | |
We write letters to each other | |
Invent secrets to confess to | |
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment | |
By which to address you | |
We feed fresh fruit to one another | |
We stay up all night | |
I am healthy, I am whole | |
But I have poor impulse control | |
And I want to go home | |
But I am home | |
We are strong, we are faithful | |
We are guardians of a rare thing | |
We pay close, careful attention | |
To the news the morning air brings | |
We show great loyalty | |
To the hard times we've been through | |
We are filled with riches and wonders | |
Our love keeps the things it finds | |
And we dance like drunken sailors | |
Lost at sea, out of our minds | |
You felt shelter somewhere in me | |
I find great comfort in you | |
And I keep you safe from harm | |
You hold me in your arms | |
And I want to go home | |
But I am home |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
We live high | |
Our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it | |
And it grows all fat and friendly | |
We have surplus if we need it | |
We hold on as hard as we can | |
Our knuckles are white | |
We write letters to each other | |
Invent secrets to confess to | |
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment | |
By which to address you | |
We feed fresh fruit to one another | |
We stay up all night | |
I am healthy, I am whole | |
But I have poor impulse control | |
And I want to go home | |
But I am home | |
We are strong, we are faithful | |
We are guardians of a rare thing | |
We pay close, careful attention | |
To the news the morning air brings | |
We show great loyalty | |
To the hard times we' ve been through | |
We are filled with riches and wonders | |
Our love keeps the things it finds | |
And we dance like drunken sailors | |
Lost at sea, out of our minds | |
You felt shelter somewhere in me | |
I find great comfort in you | |
And I keep you safe from harm | |
You hold me in your arms | |
And I want to go home | |
But I am home |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
We live high | |
Our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it | |
And it grows all fat and friendly | |
We have surplus if we need it | |
We hold on as hard as we can | |
Our knuckles are white | |
We write letters to each other | |
Invent secrets to confess to | |
I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment | |
By which to address you | |
We feed fresh fruit to one another | |
We stay up all night | |
I am healthy, I am whole | |
But I have poor impulse control | |
And I want to go home | |
But I am home | |
We are strong, we are faithful | |
We are guardians of a rare thing | |
We pay close, careful attention | |
To the news the morning air brings | |
We show great loyalty | |
To the hard times we' ve been through | |
We are filled with riches and wonders | |
Our love keeps the things it finds | |
And we dance like drunken sailors | |
Lost at sea, out of our minds | |
You felt shelter somewhere in me | |
I find great comfort in you | |
And I keep you safe from harm | |
You hold me in your arms | |
And I want to go home | |
But I am home |