歌曲 | East on Main |
歌手 | Avail |
专辑 | Front Porch Stories |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Avail | |
so it's back to town again where all my friends fear they've got no friends | |
the walls are painted and stenciled | |
it reads "no more prisons" on sidewalks bare | |
up to reach a crest | |
with each footstep | |
without arrogance | |
oh i've encountered you a time or two now | |
and you could use some rest but you don't know how | |
if they could see what you believe | |
they'd be like you instantly | |
so it's back to the porch again where all my friends drink til darkness ends | |
and pass the labor pool potentials | |
they read "homes not jails" on boarded shells | |
up to reach a crest | |
with each footstep | |
without arrogance | |
oh i've encountered you a time or two now | |
and you could use some rest but you don't know how | |
if they could see what you believe | |
they'd be like you instantly | |
although this town may prove | |
to change slow your ways still | |
matter the same |
zuo ci : Avail | |
so it' s back to town again where all my friends fear they' ve got no friends | |
the walls are painted and stenciled | |
it reads " no more prisons" on sidewalks bare | |
up to reach a crest | |
with each footstep | |
without arrogance | |
oh i' ve encountered you a time or two now | |
and you could use some rest but you don' t know how | |
if they could see what you believe | |
they' d be like you instantly | |
so it' s back to the porch again where all my friends drink til darkness ends | |
and pass the labor pool potentials | |
they read " homes not jails" on boarded shells | |
up to reach a crest | |
with each footstep | |
without arrogance | |
oh i' ve encountered you a time or two now | |
and you could use some rest but you don' t know how | |
if they could see what you believe | |
they' d be like you instantly | |
although this town may prove | |
to change slow your ways still | |
matter the same |
zuò cí : Avail | |
so it' s back to town again where all my friends fear they' ve got no friends | |
the walls are painted and stenciled | |
it reads " no more prisons" on sidewalks bare | |
up to reach a crest | |
with each footstep | |
without arrogance | |
oh i' ve encountered you a time or two now | |
and you could use some rest but you don' t know how | |
if they could see what you believe | |
they' d be like you instantly | |
so it' s back to the porch again where all my friends drink til darkness ends | |
and pass the labor pool potentials | |
they read " homes not jails" on boarded shells | |
up to reach a crest | |
with each footstep | |
without arrogance | |
oh i' ve encountered you a time or two now | |
and you could use some rest but you don' t know how | |
if they could see what you believe | |
they' d be like you instantly | |
although this town may prove | |
to change slow your ways still | |
matter the same |