歌曲 | Sounds Better In The Song |
歌手 | Drive-By Truckers |
专辑 | Decoration Day |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cooley, Drive-By Truckers | |
When I saw her standing there | |
With her bright eyes and shining hair | |
She was looking back at me | |
Some are meant to sing | |
Some are meant to talk | |
And some aren’t meant to say a thing | |
When she opened up her mouth | |
And that sweet voice came out | |
I lost track of my own name | |
Now she’s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I’m just another guy | |
Who can’t give her anything | |
Well the drifter, he holds on to his youth | |
Just like it was money in the bank | |
And Lord knows | |
I can’t change sounds better in the song | |
Than it does with hell to pay | |
I might as well of slipped | |
That ring on your finger | |
From a window of a van s it drove away | |
Now she’s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I’m just another guy | |
Who can’t give her anything | |
Dreams are given to you | |
When you’re young enough to dream them | |
Before they can do you any harm | |
They don’t start to hurt | |
Until you try to hold on to them | |
After seeing how they really are | |
She used to dream them with me | |
Every single crazy one | |
Until they started hurting her too | |
Now she’s got some of her own | |
And outgrowing me | |
Might be the best thing for her she’s ever done | |
A light that shines as bright as hers | |
Can’t be kept in the shadows for too long | |
A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give | |
Can’t just sit at home alone | |
Lord, she gave me everything and never wanted anything | |
I couldn’t give just what was inside of me | |
Now she’s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I’m just another guy | |
Who can’t give her anything | |
Now she’s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I’m just another guy | |
Who can’t give her anything |
zuo qu : Cooley, DriveBy Truckers | |
When I saw her standing there | |
With her bright eyes and shining hair | |
She was looking back at me | |
Some are meant to sing | |
Some are meant to talk | |
And some aren' t meant to say a thing | |
When she opened up her mouth | |
And that sweet voice came out | |
I lost track of my own name | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything | |
Well the drifter, he holds on to his youth | |
Just like it was money in the bank | |
And Lord knows | |
I can' t change sounds better in the song | |
Than it does with hell to pay | |
I might as well of slipped | |
That ring on your finger | |
From a window of a van s it drove away | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything | |
Dreams are given to you | |
When you' re young enough to dream them | |
Before they can do you any harm | |
They don' t start to hurt | |
Until you try to hold on to them | |
After seeing how they really are | |
She used to dream them with me | |
Every single crazy one | |
Until they started hurting her too | |
Now she' s got some of her own | |
And outgrowing me | |
Might be the best thing for her she' s ever done | |
A light that shines as bright as hers | |
Can' t be kept in the shadows for too long | |
A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give | |
Can' t just sit at home alone | |
Lord, she gave me everything and never wanted anything | |
I couldn' t give just what was inside of me | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything |
zuò qǔ : Cooley, DriveBy Truckers | |
When I saw her standing there | |
With her bright eyes and shining hair | |
She was looking back at me | |
Some are meant to sing | |
Some are meant to talk | |
And some aren' t meant to say a thing | |
When she opened up her mouth | |
And that sweet voice came out | |
I lost track of my own name | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything | |
Well the drifter, he holds on to his youth | |
Just like it was money in the bank | |
And Lord knows | |
I can' t change sounds better in the song | |
Than it does with hell to pay | |
I might as well of slipped | |
That ring on your finger | |
From a window of a van s it drove away | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything | |
Dreams are given to you | |
When you' re young enough to dream them | |
Before they can do you any harm | |
They don' t start to hurt | |
Until you try to hold on to them | |
After seeing how they really are | |
She used to dream them with me | |
Every single crazy one | |
Until they started hurting her too | |
Now she' s got some of her own | |
And outgrowing me | |
Might be the best thing for her she' s ever done | |
A light that shines as bright as hers | |
Can' t be kept in the shadows for too long | |
A heart that wants to live and a soul that wants to give | |
Can' t just sit at home alone | |
Lord, she gave me everything and never wanted anything | |
I couldn' t give just what was inside of me | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything | |
Now she' s found herself and | |
I lost mine | |
And I' m just another guy | |
Who can' t give her anything |