歌曲 | Month of Sundays |
歌手 | French Wives |
专辑 | Dream of the Inbetween |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It takes four hours to stand up straight | |
And all you are is what you waste | |
Your feet are set in concrete blocks | |
And all your thoughts are deep dark thoughts | |
Little reminders come back to find you | |
The world is a big place, let it inside you | |
If we could get back on we’d be really strong | |
You’d look back at where you’ve been and you’d smile | |
You’re bad company, you’re a purgatory | |
You’ll be waitin’ waitin’ here for a while | |
Pain is a strong word, loosen your purse string | |
You are the best thing in my month of Sundays | |
And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will pass | |
Remember remember remember remember that | |
Remember remember remember remember that | |
And bring back the boy who swept me off my feet | |
And long live the lost boys sensitive and sweet | |
There’s no smoke without a fire I doubt | |
There’s no smoke without a fire | |
And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will pass | |
And I can’t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you’re a pain shift, this will pass |
It takes four hours to stand up straight | |
And all you are is what you waste | |
Your feet are set in concrete blocks | |
And all your thoughts are deep dark thoughts | |
Little reminders come back to find you | |
The world is a big place, let it inside you | |
If we could get back on we' d be really strong | |
You' d look back at where you' ve been and you' d smile | |
You' re bad company, you' re a purgatory | |
You' ll be waitin' waitin' here for a while | |
Pain is a strong word, loosen your purse string | |
You are the best thing in my month of Sundays | |
And I can' t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you' re a pain shift, this will pass | |
Remember remember remember remember that | |
Remember remember remember remember that | |
And bring back the boy who swept me off my feet | |
And long live the lost boys sensitive and sweet | |
There' s no smoke without a fire I doubt | |
There' s no smoke without a fire | |
And I can' t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you' re a pain shift, this will pass | |
And I can' t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you' re a pain shift, this will pass |
It takes four hours to stand up straight | |
And all you are is what you waste | |
Your feet are set in concrete blocks | |
And all your thoughts are deep dark thoughts | |
Little reminders come back to find you | |
The world is a big place, let it inside you | |
If we could get back on we' d be really strong | |
You' d look back at where you' ve been and you' d smile | |
You' re bad company, you' re a purgatory | |
You' ll be waitin' waitin' here for a while | |
Pain is a strong word, loosen your purse string | |
You are the best thing in my month of Sundays | |
And I can' t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you' re a pain shift, this will pass | |
Remember remember remember remember that | |
Remember remember remember remember that | |
And bring back the boy who swept me off my feet | |
And long live the lost boys sensitive and sweet | |
There' s no smoke without a fire I doubt | |
There' s no smoke without a fire | |
And I can' t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you' re a pain shift, this will pass | |
And I can' t shake the feeling you were meant to cross the tracks | |
You are not a prisoner, you' re a pain shift, this will pass |