歌曲 | Man Made Lake |
歌手 | Calexico |
专辑 | Carried To Dust |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I'm gonna walk these streets of cold concrete | |
Like I'm a ghost searching for its grave | |
Then I'll dwell by the edge of this man made lake | |
And descend into the city that holds no place for me | |
But the streets with no stir of life | |
And all the houses on the streets are wholly submerged | |
Then I'll gather the leaves from the cell phone trees | |
And return them to their place and pretend someone's calling for me | |
Someone's calling for me, someone's calling for me |