歌曲 | Family |
歌手 | Dry the River |
专辑 | Shallow Bed |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
So much for reason when, cold and unfeeling, | |
It brings every trial to your door. | |
When worries are swarming like bats in the morning | |
Or shadows of moths on the wall. | |
Shadows of moths on the wall. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don’t. | |
Here comes the breath, comes the unwanted guest. | |
The flock before dogs taking shape. | |
In henna and feathers it sweeps through the desert | |
When something you love is at stake. | |
Something you love is at stake. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don’t. | |
Lover, the weather | |
Is changing every day. | |
I won’t. | |
Under the mountains are roofs of our houses and homes. | |
There with your mother, your father and brother, below. | |
Bury your worry, or worry your worry tonight. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don’t. | |
Lover, the weather | |
Is changing every day. | |
I won’t. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. |
So much for reason when, cold and unfeeling, | |
It brings every trial to your door. | |
When worries are swarming like bats in the morning | |
Or shadows of moths on the wall. | |
Shadows of moths on the wall. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don' t. | |
Here comes the breath, comes the unwanted guest. | |
The flock before dogs taking shape. | |
In henna and feathers it sweeps through the desert | |
When something you love is at stake. | |
Something you love is at stake. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don' t. | |
Lover, the weather | |
Is changing every day. | |
I won' t. | |
Under the mountains are roofs of our houses and homes. | |
There with your mother, your father and brother, below. | |
Bury your worry, or worry your worry tonight. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don' t. | |
Lover, the weather | |
Is changing every day. | |
I won' t. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. |
So much for reason when, cold and unfeeling, | |
It brings every trial to your door. | |
When worries are swarming like bats in the morning | |
Or shadows of moths on the wall. | |
Shadows of moths on the wall. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don' t. | |
Here comes the breath, comes the unwanted guest. | |
The flock before dogs taking shape. | |
In henna and feathers it sweeps through the desert | |
When something you love is at stake. | |
Something you love is at stake. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don' t. | |
Lover, the weather | |
Is changing every day. | |
I won' t. | |
Under the mountains are roofs of our houses and homes. | |
There with your mother, your father and brother, below. | |
Bury your worry, or worry your worry tonight. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. | |
Lover, remember: | |
The sorghum and the cane shake. | |
We don' t. | |
Lover, the weather | |
Is changing every day. | |
I won' t. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. | |
Follow your mother, your father and brother back home. |