歌曲 | Shaky Ground |
歌手 | Jackie Greene |
专辑 | Till The Light Comes (Edited) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bluhm, Greene | |
Too much time is spent on the dead | |
All the places found us back to live in his head | |
Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed | |
With all the nothings that he never said | |
Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his plane | |
Thousand miles an hour [Incomprehensible] | |
Could've been ugly, could've been a shame | |
Turned him around by calling out his name | |
An young prince charming wrote the book of love | |
Said the words came from a place above | |
And he flew it on the wings of a virgin love | |
But nobody knows what he was speaking of | |
It all goes around | |
Some break free, some break down | |
Some get lost and some get found | |
Though I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around | |
Well, John, the liar, he talks endlessly | |
He's traveled 'cross the world and the seven seas | |
He makes up places to go and people to be | |
Sometimes | |
I think that he made up me | |
Mississippi singers must've said it best | |
There ain't nothing worse than emptiness | |
You got an empty bottle and an empty chest | |
Nothing more, always less | |
It all goes around | |
Some break free, some break down | |
Some get lost and some get found | |
Although I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around, alright | |
Wake up, child and there's a work to do | |
The crop is getting thin and the chickens too | |
Better get moving while the day is new | |
I know you got something left in you | |
I know it all goes around | |
Some break free and some break down | |
Some get lost trying to get found | |
Though I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round |
zuo qu : Bluhm, Greene | |
Too much time is spent on the dead | |
All the places found us back to live in his head | |
Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed | |
With all the nothings that he never said | |
Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his plane | |
Thousand miles an hour Incomprehensible | |
Could' ve been ugly, could' ve been a shame | |
Turned him around by calling out his name | |
An young prince charming wrote the book of love | |
Said the words came from a place above | |
And he flew it on the wings of a virgin love | |
But nobody knows what he was speaking of | |
It all goes around | |
Some break free, some break down | |
Some get lost and some get found | |
Though I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around | |
Well, John, the liar, he talks endlessly | |
He' s traveled ' cross the world and the seven seas | |
He makes up places to go and people to be | |
Sometimes | |
I think that he made up me | |
Mississippi singers must' ve said it best | |
There ain' t nothing worse than emptiness | |
You got an empty bottle and an empty chest | |
Nothing more, always less | |
It all goes around | |
Some break free, some break down | |
Some get lost and some get found | |
Although I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around, alright | |
Wake up, child and there' s a work to do | |
The crop is getting thin and the chickens too | |
Better get moving while the day is new | |
I know you got something left in you | |
I know it all goes around | |
Some break free and some break down | |
Some get lost trying to get found | |
Though I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round |
zuò qǔ : Bluhm, Greene | |
Too much time is spent on the dead | |
All the places found us back to live in his head | |
Like the bones of a lover on a dying bed | |
With all the nothings that he never said | |
Mr. Motorcycle must have missed his plane | |
Thousand miles an hour Incomprehensible | |
Could' ve been ugly, could' ve been a shame | |
Turned him around by calling out his name | |
An young prince charming wrote the book of love | |
Said the words came from a place above | |
And he flew it on the wings of a virgin love | |
But nobody knows what he was speaking of | |
It all goes around | |
Some break free, some break down | |
Some get lost and some get found | |
Though I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around | |
Well, John, the liar, he talks endlessly | |
He' s traveled ' cross the world and the seven seas | |
He makes up places to go and people to be | |
Sometimes | |
I think that he made up me | |
Mississippi singers must' ve said it best | |
There ain' t nothing worse than emptiness | |
You got an empty bottle and an empty chest | |
Nothing more, always less | |
It all goes around | |
Some break free, some break down | |
Some get lost and some get found | |
Although I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around, alright | |
Wake up, child and there' s a work to do | |
The crop is getting thin and the chickens too | |
Better get moving while the day is new | |
I know you got something left in you | |
I know it all goes around | |
Some break free and some break down | |
Some get lost trying to get found | |
Though I stand upon shaky ground | |
I know it all goes around | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round | |
Round and round, and round and round |