歌曲 | The Visit |
歌手 | Jackson C. Frank |
专辑 | Blues Run The Game |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
When they said that you were beautiful, I said it there and then | |
I laid aside all resistance, forgot to say amen | |
And when you raised your hands to me, a glow therein I saw | |
A baby of the morning was sleeping nature's law | |
And it begins to seem like summer's almost gone | |
Like the wind that blows the leaves out on the lawn | |
I determined that I loved you; you determined I am ‘he’ | |
Determined both together, we meet our company | |
And the feathers of the wild dove floating to the ground | |
Gliding through the branches, spinning slowly round | |
As we wait in the mountains for the song | |
That revives what's been between us all along | |
In Cannes there was absurdity | |
In Nice there was the shore | |
In Monaco there were casinos, | |
In Asia there was war | |
And the pipers were American | |
The peaches fresh with cream | |
People with vibrations | |
Just wild robots by some stream | |
And now they grasp imaginary straws | |
And shuffle through the sea with bright new claws | |
If what we know can save us, then it's time to make the try | |
Every time they try to make us servants of some lie | |
The children born of bodies in bald-with-pattern scheme | |
It's a funny, a funny world you live in, ‘til you learn that it's a dream | |
Sea serpents are rockage made of clay, explaining how we were yesterday | |
Still I said that you were beautiful, I said it there and then | |
I laid aside resistance; forgot to say amen | |
And when you raised your hands to me, a glow therein I see | |
The childhood of that beauty which belongs to you and me | |
And I realize that summer is never gone | |
Like the wind that blow the leaves out on the lawn | |
Out on the lawn, out on the lawn, on the lawn |
When they said that you were beautiful, I said it there and then | |
I laid aside all resistance, forgot to say amen | |
And when you raised your hands to me, a glow therein I saw | |
A baby of the morning was sleeping nature' s law | |
And it begins to seem like summer' s almost gone | |
Like the wind that blows the leaves out on the lawn | |
I determined that I loved you you determined I am ' he' | |
Determined both together, we meet our company | |
And the feathers of the wild dove floating to the ground | |
Gliding through the branches, spinning slowly round | |
As we wait in the mountains for the song | |
That revives what' s been between us all along | |
In Cannes there was absurdity | |
In Nice there was the shore | |
In Monaco there were casinos, | |
In Asia there was war | |
And the pipers were American | |
The peaches fresh with cream | |
People with vibrations | |
Just wild robots by some stream | |
And now they grasp imaginary straws | |
And shuffle through the sea with bright new claws | |
If what we know can save us, then it' s time to make the try | |
Every time they try to make us servants of some lie | |
The children born of bodies in baldwithpattern scheme | |
It' s a funny, a funny world you live in, ' til you learn that it' s a dream | |
Sea serpents are rockage made of clay, explaining how we were yesterday | |
Still I said that you were beautiful, I said it there and then | |
I laid aside resistance forgot to say amen | |
And when you raised your hands to me, a glow therein I see | |
The childhood of that beauty which belongs to you and me | |
And I realize that summer is never gone | |
Like the wind that blow the leaves out on the lawn | |
Out on the lawn, out on the lawn, on the lawn |
When they said that you were beautiful, I said it there and then | |
I laid aside all resistance, forgot to say amen | |
And when you raised your hands to me, a glow therein I saw | |
A baby of the morning was sleeping nature' s law | |
And it begins to seem like summer' s almost gone | |
Like the wind that blows the leaves out on the lawn | |
I determined that I loved you you determined I am ' he' | |
Determined both together, we meet our company | |
And the feathers of the wild dove floating to the ground | |
Gliding through the branches, spinning slowly round | |
As we wait in the mountains for the song | |
That revives what' s been between us all along | |
In Cannes there was absurdity | |
In Nice there was the shore | |
In Monaco there were casinos, | |
In Asia there was war | |
And the pipers were American | |
The peaches fresh with cream | |
People with vibrations | |
Just wild robots by some stream | |
And now they grasp imaginary straws | |
And shuffle through the sea with bright new claws | |
If what we know can save us, then it' s time to make the try | |
Every time they try to make us servants of some lie | |
The children born of bodies in baldwithpattern scheme | |
It' s a funny, a funny world you live in, ' til you learn that it' s a dream | |
Sea serpents are rockage made of clay, explaining how we were yesterday | |
Still I said that you were beautiful, I said it there and then | |
I laid aside resistance forgot to say amen | |
And when you raised your hands to me, a glow therein I see | |
The childhood of that beauty which belongs to you and me | |
And I realize that summer is never gone | |
Like the wind that blow the leaves out on the lawn | |
Out on the lawn, out on the lawn, on the lawn |