歌曲 | A Letter Of Thanks |
歌手 | Jack Bruce |
专辑 | Harmony Row |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brown, Bruce | |
She wrote me out a letter of thanks | |
I had to doubt | |
Waking in someone's shoes | |
It made me feel so harried | |
Under her clothes she carried | |
Proof that she wasn't married | |
She carved herself a piece of my heart | |
I have to starve | |
Walking in someone's bed | |
Love causes such congestion | |
It gives me indigestion | |
When she brings up the question | |
I walked into a solid brick wall | |
I felt like glue | |
Sticking to someone's shed | |
My front teeth were all broken | |
By those doors you had spoken | |
I wish you'd left them open | |
Now when it's time to look for some peace | |
I think it's fine | |
Practising my last stand | |
Now that the crowd's diminished | |
Our hope of loud is finished | |
I trace your name in spinach |
zuo qu : Brown, Bruce | |
She wrote me out a letter of thanks | |
I had to doubt | |
Waking in someone' s shoes | |
It made me feel so harried | |
Under her clothes she carried | |
Proof that she wasn' t married | |
She carved herself a piece of my heart | |
I have to starve | |
Walking in someone' s bed | |
Love causes such congestion | |
It gives me indigestion | |
When she brings up the question | |
I walked into a solid brick wall | |
I felt like glue | |
Sticking to someone' s shed | |
My front teeth were all broken | |
By those doors you had spoken | |
I wish you' d left them open | |
Now when it' s time to look for some peace | |
I think it' s fine | |
Practising my last stand | |
Now that the crowd' s diminished | |
Our hope of loud is finished | |
I trace your name in spinach |
zuò qǔ : Brown, Bruce | |
She wrote me out a letter of thanks | |
I had to doubt | |
Waking in someone' s shoes | |
It made me feel so harried | |
Under her clothes she carried | |
Proof that she wasn' t married | |
She carved herself a piece of my heart | |
I have to starve | |
Walking in someone' s bed | |
Love causes such congestion | |
It gives me indigestion | |
When she brings up the question | |
I walked into a solid brick wall | |
I felt like glue | |
Sticking to someone' s shed | |
My front teeth were all broken | |
By those doors you had spoken | |
I wish you' d left them open | |
Now when it' s time to look for some peace | |
I think it' s fine | |
Practising my last stand | |
Now that the crowd' s diminished | |
Our hope of loud is finished | |
I trace your name in spinach |