歌曲 | White Paint Morning |
歌手 | Buffalo Tom |
专辑 | Smitten |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffalo Tom | |
Sixty-eight at twenty-one | |
The girl has risen with the sun | |
It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone | |
It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn | |
She lays down out on the lawn | |
And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It's where the land end and the day begins "Is this normal?" she asks allowed | |
As she sifted through the crowd | |
Through her tears and her strong morning perfume | |
It seems that life's just not correct | |
From the observation deck | |
And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It's where the land end and the day begins | |
Statues and flowers | |
The crestfallen leaves | |
The minutes and hours | |
As ours gently leaves | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It's where the land end and the day begins | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, yeah gone | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah gone | |
Don't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day |
zuo ci : Buffalo Tom | |
Sixtyeight at twentyone | |
The girl has risen with the sun | |
It' s a white paint morning now that the fog is gone | |
It' s a bright, dumbfounded dawn | |
She lays down out on the lawn | |
And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It' s where the land end and the day begins " Is this normal?" she asks allowed | |
As she sifted through the crowd | |
Through her tears and her strong morning perfume | |
It seems that life' s just not correct | |
From the observation deck | |
And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
Statues and flowers | |
The crestfallen leaves | |
The minutes and hours | |
As ours gently leaves | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, yeah gone | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah gone | |
Don' t it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day |
zuò cí : Buffalo Tom | |
Sixtyeight at twentyone | |
The girl has risen with the sun | |
It' s a white paint morning now that the fog is gone | |
It' s a bright, dumbfounded dawn | |
She lays down out on the lawn | |
And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It' s where the land end and the day begins " Is this normal?" she asks allowed | |
As she sifted through the crowd | |
Through her tears and her strong morning perfume | |
It seems that life' s just not correct | |
From the observation deck | |
And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
Statues and flowers | |
The crestfallen leaves | |
The minutes and hours | |
As ours gently leaves | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, washed by the wind | |
Crushed by the clouds | |
It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
And down, the little town | |
All squared away | |
Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
And gone, yeah gone | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah gone | |
Don' t it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day |