歌曲 | Torch Singer |
歌手 | Buffalo Tom |
专辑 | Big Red Letter Day |
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作词 : Buffalo Tom | |
These things crawl across my floor | |
I can't use them anymore | |
There's a heaven in her band | |
Alleluias in my hand | |
All my patience love's inside | |
She just climbed the stage and died | |
Lights that rose and fell again | |
Songs that thinned out near the end | |
Oh, her voice trailed off in the end | |
Though your miles are more than mine | |
The things I've taken in a bind | |
It's for certain it's for sure | |
I've no use for them no more | |
Making room within one's self | |
For another's songs to help | |
And it all comes back to me | |
As I walk hungover down the street | |
Oh, and it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
As I walk hungover down the street | |
She's a mother in disguise | |
I look different in her skies | |
But it's morning so I say | |
Here's a big red letter day | |
Her skin's like whitewash like skim milk | |
Her words sing softly just like silk | |
There are some things I've got to say | |
She won't understand anyway | |
There are miles between our hearts | |
There's salvation in false starts | |
I'm forsaken in the end | |
I'm forsaken in the end | |
I'm forsaken in the end | |
I'm forsaken in the end... |
zuo ci : Buffalo Tom | |
These things crawl across my floor | |
I can' t use them anymore | |
There' s a heaven in her band | |
Alleluias in my hand | |
All my patience love' s inside | |
She just climbed the stage and died | |
Lights that rose and fell again | |
Songs that thinned out near the end | |
Oh, her voice trailed off in the end | |
Though your miles are more than mine | |
The things I' ve taken in a bind | |
It' s for certain it' s for sure | |
I' ve no use for them no more | |
Making room within one' s self | |
For another' s songs to help | |
And it all comes back to me | |
As I walk hungover down the street | |
Oh, and it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
As I walk hungover down the street | |
She' s a mother in disguise | |
I look different in her skies | |
But it' s morning so I say | |
Here' s a big red letter day | |
Her skin' s like whitewash like skim milk | |
Her words sing softly just like silk | |
There are some things I' ve got to say | |
She won' t understand anyway | |
There are miles between our hearts | |
There' s salvation in false starts | |
I' m forsaken in the end | |
I' m forsaken in the end | |
I' m forsaken in the end | |
I' m forsaken in the end... |
zuò cí : Buffalo Tom | |
These things crawl across my floor | |
I can' t use them anymore | |
There' s a heaven in her band | |
Alleluias in my hand | |
All my patience love' s inside | |
She just climbed the stage and died | |
Lights that rose and fell again | |
Songs that thinned out near the end | |
Oh, her voice trailed off in the end | |
Though your miles are more than mine | |
The things I' ve taken in a bind | |
It' s for certain it' s for sure | |
I' ve no use for them no more | |
Making room within one' s self | |
For another' s songs to help | |
And it all comes back to me | |
As I walk hungover down the street | |
Oh, and it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
And it all comes back to me | |
As I walk hungover down the street | |
She' s a mother in disguise | |
I look different in her skies | |
But it' s morning so I say | |
Here' s a big red letter day | |
Her skin' s like whitewash like skim milk | |
Her words sing softly just like silk | |
There are some things I' ve got to say | |
She won' t understand anyway | |
There are miles between our hearts | |
There' s salvation in false starts | |
I' m forsaken in the end | |
I' m forsaken in the end | |
I' m forsaken in the end | |
I' m forsaken in the end... |