| 歌曲 | My Life Is in Storage |
| 歌手 | Frank Black |
| 专辑 | Honeycomb |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Black | |
| I had a castle, | |
| I had no hassles | |
| Now tears are tassels | |
| You're sure to know it, just when you blow it | |
| Then you can stow it | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| Come take a voyage to personal storage | |
| And we will forage | |
| Leashes for my hounds, my tools for my grounds | |
| Speakers for my sounds | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| Here are the pictures of permanent fixtures | |
| Now they're just pictures | |
| Lying in this stack, baking in this shack | |
| Of things | |
| I can't get back | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| What life has become, stored here for a sum | |
| I hauled it, | |
| I feel dumb | |
| I got my lock and key, | |
| I paid a man his fee | |
| Now I wait and see | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| I believe in your perfect face | |
| I believe in your place in the sun | |
| Can we leave now, this dusty space? | |
| Can we have a little fun? | |
| I was standing at the podium | |
| Though I was a little drunk | |
| To the darkened auditorium | |
| I delivered my funk | |
| You were standing at the edge of the light | |
| Trying not to be too impressed | |
| I was trying for the sake of the night | |
| Not to be too depressed | |
| I called you on the telephone | |
| From a hotel in | |
| Beverly Hills | |
| And though | |
| I was scared to the bone | |
| You were giving me thrills | |
| I believe in your perfect face | |
| I believe in your place in the sun | |
| Can we leave now, this dusty space? | |
| Can we have a little fun? |
| zuo ci : Black | |
| I had a castle, | |
| I had no hassles | |
| Now tears are tassels | |
| You' re sure to know it, just when you blow it | |
| Then you can stow it | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| Come take a voyage to personal storage | |
| And we will forage | |
| Leashes for my hounds, my tools for my grounds | |
| Speakers for my sounds | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| Here are the pictures of permanent fixtures | |
| Now they' re just pictures | |
| Lying in this stack, baking in this shack | |
| Of things | |
| I can' t get back | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| What life has become, stored here for a sum | |
| I hauled it, | |
| I feel dumb | |
| I got my lock and key, | |
| I paid a man his fee | |
| Now I wait and see | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| I believe in your perfect face | |
| I believe in your place in the sun | |
| Can we leave now, this dusty space? | |
| Can we have a little fun? | |
| I was standing at the podium | |
| Though I was a little drunk | |
| To the darkened auditorium | |
| I delivered my funk | |
| You were standing at the edge of the light | |
| Trying not to be too impressed | |
| I was trying for the sake of the night | |
| Not to be too depressed | |
| I called you on the telephone | |
| From a hotel in | |
| Beverly Hills | |
| And though | |
| I was scared to the bone | |
| You were giving me thrills | |
| I believe in your perfect face | |
| I believe in your place in the sun | |
| Can we leave now, this dusty space? | |
| Can we have a little fun? |
| zuò cí : Black | |
| I had a castle, | |
| I had no hassles | |
| Now tears are tassels | |
| You' re sure to know it, just when you blow it | |
| Then you can stow it | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| Come take a voyage to personal storage | |
| And we will forage | |
| Leashes for my hounds, my tools for my grounds | |
| Speakers for my sounds | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| Here are the pictures of permanent fixtures | |
| Now they' re just pictures | |
| Lying in this stack, baking in this shack | |
| Of things | |
| I can' t get back | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| What life has become, stored here for a sum | |
| I hauled it, | |
| I feel dumb | |
| I got my lock and key, | |
| I paid a man his fee | |
| Now I wait and see | |
| My life is in storage | |
| My life is in storage | |
| I believe in your perfect face | |
| I believe in your place in the sun | |
| Can we leave now, this dusty space? | |
| Can we have a little fun? | |
| I was standing at the podium | |
| Though I was a little drunk | |
| To the darkened auditorium | |
| I delivered my funk | |
| You were standing at the edge of the light | |
| Trying not to be too impressed | |
| I was trying for the sake of the night | |
| Not to be too depressed | |
| I called you on the telephone | |
| From a hotel in | |
| Beverly Hills | |
| And though | |
| I was scared to the bone | |
| You were giving me thrills | |
| I believe in your perfect face | |
| I believe in your place in the sun | |
| Can we leave now, this dusty space? | |
| Can we have a little fun? |