歌曲 | Lime Tree |
歌手 | Bright Eyes |
专辑 | Cassadaga |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Conor Oberst | |
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes | |
And since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one | |
Now everything's imaginary, especially what you love | |
You left another message said it's done, | |
It's done | |
When I hear beautiful music it's always from another time | |
Old friends I never visit, well I remember what they're like | |
Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies | |
Waiting to be asked to come inside | |
Just come inside | |
But I keep going out | |
And I can't sleep next to a stranger when I'm coming down | |
It's 8 a.m. my heart's beating too loud | |
Too loud | |
Don't be so amazing or I'll miss you too much | |
I felt something that I had never touched | |
Everything gets smaller now the further that I go | |
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown | |
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home | |
You can move mountains with your misery if you don't | |
If you don't | |
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two | |
Under the eaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit | |
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth | |
There will never be a time more opportune | |
So I just won't be late | |
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave | |
And all the color drains out of the frame | |
So pleased with a daydream that now living's no good | |
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods | |
I felt lost and found with every step I took |
zuo qu : Conor Oberst | |
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes | |
And since the operation I heard you' re breathing just for one | |
Now everything' s imaginary, especially what you love | |
You left another message said it' s done, | |
It' s done | |
When I hear beautiful music it' s always from another time | |
Old friends I never visit, well I remember what they' re like | |
Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies | |
Waiting to be asked to come inside | |
Just come inside | |
But I keep going out | |
And I can' t sleep next to a stranger when I' m coming down | |
It' s 8 a. m. my heart' s beating too loud | |
Too loud | |
Don' t be so amazing or I' ll miss you too much | |
I felt something that I had never touched | |
Everything gets smaller now the further that I go | |
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown | |
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home | |
You can move mountains with your misery if you don' t | |
If you don' t | |
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two | |
Under the eaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit | |
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth | |
There will never be a time more opportune | |
So I just won' t be late | |
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave | |
And all the color drains out of the frame | |
So pleased with a daydream that now living' s no good | |
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods | |
I felt lost and found with every step I took |
zuò qǔ : Conor Oberst | |
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes | |
And since the operation I heard you' re breathing just for one | |
Now everything' s imaginary, especially what you love | |
You left another message said it' s done, | |
It' s done | |
When I hear beautiful music it' s always from another time | |
Old friends I never visit, well I remember what they' re like | |
Standing on a doorstep full of nervous butterflies | |
Waiting to be asked to come inside | |
Just come inside | |
But I keep going out | |
And I can' t sleep next to a stranger when I' m coming down | |
It' s 8 a. m. my heart' s beating too loud | |
Too loud | |
Don' t be so amazing or I' ll miss you too much | |
I felt something that I had never touched | |
Everything gets smaller now the further that I go | |
Towards the mouth and the reunion of the Known and the Unknown | |
Consider yourself lucky if you think of it as home | |
You can move mountains with your misery if you don' t | |
If you don' t | |
It comes to me in fragments, even those still split in two | |
Under the eaves of that old Lime Tree I stood examining the fruit | |
Some were ripe and some were rotten, I felt nauseous with the truth | |
There will never be a time more opportune | |
So I just won' t be late | |
The window closes, shock rolls over in a tidal wave | |
And all the color drains out of the frame | |
So pleased with a daydream that now living' s no good | |
I took off my shoes and walked into the woods | |
I felt lost and found with every step I took |