歌曲 | My Bad Days |
歌手 | Okkervil River |
专辑 | Don't Fall In Love With Everyone You See |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and | |
I know you’ll understand. | |
Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. | |
Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. | |
Dear Mother, you know how our bad days can catch us unawares. | |
Dear Mother, we’ve all got bad days, and | |
I hope that you’ll agree. | |
With a bottle filled up with | |
Vicodin and a child who looks just like me. | |
And a cellar that’s as dark as winter’s cold (with a hole in the stone of the cold wall). | |
A child like me who’s hiding, a child who can’t hear your call. | |
There’s a string that runs through our bad days, and if you pull that string real tight, the days all crumple together and all that you see is night. | |
And the doorknob becomes your enemy, and the window you see through a haze. | |
Dear Mother, | |
I wish you could stand inside and see all my bad days. | |
My bad days all got together and they stood in a row for me, and | |
I plunged deep into the row, and | |
I couldn’t hear and | |
I couldn’t see. | |
And I came out after thousands rose and thousands passed away. | |
Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs and | |
I wait for more bad |
Dear Mother, we' ve all got bad days, and | |
I know you' ll understand. | |
Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. | |
Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. | |
Dear Mother, you know how our bad days can catch us unawares. | |
Dear Mother, we' ve all got bad days, and | |
I hope that you' ll agree. | |
With a bottle filled up with | |
Vicodin and a child who looks just like me. | |
And a cellar that' s as dark as winter' s cold with a hole in the stone of the cold wall. | |
A child like me who' s hiding, a child who can' t hear your call. | |
There' s a string that runs through our bad days, and if you pull that string real tight, the days all crumple together and all that you see is night. | |
And the doorknob becomes your enemy, and the window you see through a haze. | |
Dear Mother, | |
I wish you could stand inside and see all my bad days. | |
My bad days all got together and they stood in a row for me, and | |
I plunged deep into the row, and | |
I couldn' t hear and | |
I couldn' t see. | |
And I came out after thousands rose and thousands passed away. | |
Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs and | |
I wait for more bad |
Dear Mother, we' ve all got bad days, and | |
I know you' ll understand. | |
Where we open up a foreign door with a pair of foreign hands. | |
Where we find ourselves alone at the foot of a pair of foreign stairs. | |
Dear Mother, you know how our bad days can catch us unawares. | |
Dear Mother, we' ve all got bad days, and | |
I hope that you' ll agree. | |
With a bottle filled up with | |
Vicodin and a child who looks just like me. | |
And a cellar that' s as dark as winter' s cold with a hole in the stone of the cold wall. | |
A child like me who' s hiding, a child who can' t hear your call. | |
There' s a string that runs through our bad days, and if you pull that string real tight, the days all crumple together and all that you see is night. | |
And the doorknob becomes your enemy, and the window you see through a haze. | |
Dear Mother, | |
I wish you could stand inside and see all my bad days. | |
My bad days all got together and they stood in a row for me, and | |
I plunged deep into the row, and | |
I couldn' t hear and | |
I couldn' t see. | |
And I came out after thousands rose and thousands passed away. | |
Now I stand all alone at the foot of the stairs and | |
I wait for more bad |