歌曲 | Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 4 |
歌手 | Elvis Costello |
专辑 | Mighty Like A Rose |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : MacManus | |
I saw a girl who'd found her consolation | |
She said, | |
"One day my Prince of Peace will come." | |
Above her head a portrait of her father | |
The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | |
"They've got his bones and everything he owns | |
I've got his name." | |
Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | |
But in time you'll have to make amends | |
The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | |
As the clouds cover the sky, the evening ends | |
Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | |
As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | |
We'll I'm the lucky goon who composed this tune | |
From birds arranged on the high wire | |
Who on earth is tapping at the window? | |
Does that face still linger at the pane? | |
I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | |
A shadow of regret across a young mother's face | |
So toll the bell or rock the cradle | |
Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain | |
I can't believe, I'll never believe | |
In anything again |
zuo ci : MacManus | |
I saw a girl who' d found her consolation | |
She said, | |
" One day my Prince of Peace will come." | |
Above her head a portrait of her father | |
The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | |
" They' ve got his bones and everything he owns | |
I' ve got his name." | |
Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | |
But in time you' ll have to make amends | |
The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | |
As the clouds cover the sky, the evening ends | |
Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | |
As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | |
We' ll I' m the lucky goon who composed this tune | |
From birds arranged on the high wire | |
Who on earth is tapping at the window? | |
Does that face still linger at the pane? | |
I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | |
A shadow of regret across a young mother' s face | |
So toll the bell or rock the cradle | |
Please don' t let me fear anything I cannot explain | |
I can' t believe, I' ll never believe | |
In anything again |
zuò cí : MacManus | |
I saw a girl who' d found her consolation | |
She said, | |
" One day my Prince of Peace will come." | |
Above her head a portrait of her father | |
The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame | |
" They' ve got his bones and everything he owns | |
I' ve got his name." | |
Well you can laugh at this sentimental story | |
But in time you' ll have to make amends | |
The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality | |
As the clouds cover the sky, the evening ends | |
Describing a picture of eyes finally closing | |
As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire | |
We' ll I' m the lucky goon who composed this tune | |
From birds arranged on the high wire | |
Who on earth is tapping at the window? | |
Does that face still linger at the pane? | |
I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace | |
A shadow of regret across a young mother' s face | |
So toll the bell or rock the cradle | |
Please don' t let me fear anything I cannot explain | |
I can' t believe, I' ll never believe | |
In anything again |