歌曲 | Start a Little Late |
歌手 | Annie Hayden |
专辑 | The Rub |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hayden | |
Your tongue it flickers with a flair | |
I'm choking on words that hang in the air | |
I'm dumb | |
Better to hold all the summer breezes dear | |
And not worry about it | |
I'm getting dizzy from your best rot | |
Want to escape the magic head lock | |
And I need to be getting over | |
Well someday's name's a mouthful | |
What a game to start a little late | |
But I know what I know | |
When things are all wrong | |
Situations find me | |
Inclined to be green | |
So I need to be getting over | |
In auditorium lies a binder deep and wise | |
When the words have all gone | |
The reader finds me | |
I'm down on my knees | |
And maybe unlearn what I learned | |
And I need to be getting over |
zuo qu : Hayden | |
Your tongue it flickers with a flair | |
I' m choking on words that hang in the air | |
I' m dumb | |
Better to hold all the summer breezes dear | |
And not worry about it | |
I' m getting dizzy from your best rot | |
Want to escape the magic head lock | |
And I need to be getting over | |
Well someday' s name' s a mouthful | |
What a game to start a little late | |
But I know what I know | |
When things are all wrong | |
Situations find me | |
Inclined to be green | |
So I need to be getting over | |
In auditorium lies a binder deep and wise | |
When the words have all gone | |
The reader finds me | |
I' m down on my knees | |
And maybe unlearn what I learned | |
And I need to be getting over |
zuò qǔ : Hayden | |
Your tongue it flickers with a flair | |
I' m choking on words that hang in the air | |
I' m dumb | |
Better to hold all the summer breezes dear | |
And not worry about it | |
I' m getting dizzy from your best rot | |
Want to escape the magic head lock | |
And I need to be getting over | |
Well someday' s name' s a mouthful | |
What a game to start a little late | |
But I know what I know | |
When things are all wrong | |
Situations find me | |
Inclined to be green | |
So I need to be getting over | |
In auditorium lies a binder deep and wise | |
When the words have all gone | |
The reader finds me | |
I' m down on my knees | |
And maybe unlearn what I learned | |
And I need to be getting over |