歌曲 | Chanson du Bon Chose |
歌手 | The Mountain Goats |
专辑 | Nine Black Poppies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mountain Goats | |
saw the sycamore underneath the moon | |
i was waiting for something & you were sleeping in the living room | |
and it was five-sixteen a.m. - the air was sharp and cool | |
and i wondered where you buried our dark little jewel | |
and the heat rising, in the room | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
and the water boiling, on the stove | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
so i held you close to me | |
i saw the shadows start to gather outside beneath the sycamore tree | |
and something was changing | |
this was something here entirely new | |
bursting into blossom inside of us both with the sun coming up and | |
me holding onto you | |
and your body breathing on mine | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
and your hands running through my hair | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves |
zuo ci : Mountain Goats | |
saw the sycamore underneath the moon | |
i was waiting for something you were sleeping in the living room | |
and it was fivesixteen a. m. the air was sharp and cool | |
and i wondered where you buried our dark little jewel | |
and the heat rising, in the room | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
and the water boiling, on the stove | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
so i held you close to me | |
i saw the shadows start to gather outside beneath the sycamore tree | |
and something was changing | |
this was something here entirely new | |
bursting into blossom inside of us both with the sun coming up and | |
me holding onto you | |
and your body breathing on mine | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
and your hands running through my hair | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves |
zuò cí : Mountain Goats | |
saw the sycamore underneath the moon | |
i was waiting for something you were sleeping in the living room | |
and it was fivesixteen a. m. the air was sharp and cool | |
and i wondered where you buried our dark little jewel | |
and the heat rising, in the room | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
and the water boiling, on the stove | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
so i held you close to me | |
i saw the shadows start to gather outside beneath the sycamore tree | |
and something was changing | |
this was something here entirely new | |
bursting into blossom inside of us both with the sun coming up and | |
me holding onto you | |
and your body breathing on mine | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves | |
and your hands running through my hair | |
i am digging graves. i am digging graves |