歌曲 | Tasman Awakens |
歌手 | Augie March |
专辑 | Sunset Studies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Richards | |
Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, | |
Unwax it. unplug it, | |
What you discover in August nights, | |
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life - | |
That kind of truth you can't crack with a knife. | |
Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, | |
And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes | |
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her - | |
What happened next you have failed to understand. | |
What happened then as he took her by the hand... | |
Little lights are burning bright in you | |
Little lights are burning bright in you | |
Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter | |
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night | |
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like - | |
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife. | |
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife... | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
They tell you what you have to do. |
zuo qu : Richards | |
Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, | |
Unwax it. unplug it, | |
What you discover in August nights, | |
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life | |
That kind of truth you can' t crack with a knife. | |
Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, | |
And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes | |
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her | |
What happened next you have failed to understand. | |
What happened then as he took her by the hand... | |
Little lights are burning bright in you | |
Little lights are burning bright in you | |
Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter | |
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night | |
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like | |
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife. | |
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife... | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
They tell you what you have to do. |
zuò qǔ : Richards | |
Honey goes candy in the condiment cupboard, | |
Unwax it. unplug it, | |
What you discover in August nights, | |
Like children walled in and papers drawn up for life | |
That kind of truth you can' t crack with a knife. | |
Smoke from the wood fire, unholy spires, | |
And can you surmise from which well you have drawn you courage, it stings your eyes | |
What you saw when she stood in the yard and she let him undress her | |
What happened next you have failed to understand. | |
What happened then as he took her by the hand... | |
Little lights are burning bright in you | |
Little lights are burning bright in you | |
Orphan leaves of arrested trees divide the street from the gutter | |
As the sunset shudders at the prospect or night | |
On the children malled in and mauling their brethren and like | |
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife. | |
That kind of truth is a needle and a knife... | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
And you little lights are burning bright in you | |
They tell you what you have to do. |