歌曲 | Rose K. |
歌手 | Rasputina |
专辑 | How We Quit the Forest |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Creagor | |
She doesn't know the man | |
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand | |
She just looks out to sea | |
He's talkin' endlessly | |
Oh, why won't he shut up? | |
I take my medicine and | |
I crush the paper cup | |
Oh, maybe he's my son | |
And he's coming to set me free | |
She knows that she forgot | |
That there's a story and she can't recall the plot | |
Of course her family fought | |
Over the furniture | |
Oh, I don't know why they | |
Have taken all my favorite things away? | |
But one thing that's for sure | |
I don't know what they were | |
They say a stone is a marker | |
And that it has weight | |
They say it's solid | |
But it can deteriorate | |
The air is like a hand | |
Reminding her of all the things she's planned | |
Like air that thought is gone | |
Never to come again | |
We came out to the beach | |
To find the mind | |
I've lost and cannot reach | |
I used to keep it here | |
It was much cleaner then | |
They say a rose is a flower | |
And that it is red | |
It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
And then it is dead | |
They say a stone is a marker | |
And that it has weight | |
They say it's solid | |
But it can deteriorate | |
They say a rose is a flower | |
And that it is red | |
It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
And then it is dead | |
Oh, Rose Kennedy |
zuo qu : Creagor | |
She doesn' t know the man | |
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand | |
She just looks out to sea | |
He' s talkin' endlessly | |
Oh, why won' t he shut up? | |
I take my medicine and | |
I crush the paper cup | |
Oh, maybe he' s my son | |
And he' s coming to set me free | |
She knows that she forgot | |
That there' s a story and she can' t recall the plot | |
Of course her family fought | |
Over the furniture | |
Oh, I don' t know why they | |
Have taken all my favorite things away? | |
But one thing that' s for sure | |
I don' t know what they were | |
They say a stone is a marker | |
And that it has weight | |
They say it' s solid | |
But it can deteriorate | |
The air is like a hand | |
Reminding her of all the things she' s planned | |
Like air that thought is gone | |
Never to come again | |
We came out to the beach | |
To find the mind | |
I' ve lost and cannot reach | |
I used to keep it here | |
It was much cleaner then | |
They say a rose is a flower | |
And that it is red | |
It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
And then it is dead | |
They say a stone is a marker | |
And that it has weight | |
They say it' s solid | |
But it can deteriorate | |
They say a rose is a flower | |
And that it is red | |
It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
And then it is dead | |
Oh, Rose Kennedy |
zuò qǔ : Creagor | |
She doesn' t know the man | |
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand | |
She just looks out to sea | |
He' s talkin' endlessly | |
Oh, why won' t he shut up? | |
I take my medicine and | |
I crush the paper cup | |
Oh, maybe he' s my son | |
And he' s coming to set me free | |
She knows that she forgot | |
That there' s a story and she can' t recall the plot | |
Of course her family fought | |
Over the furniture | |
Oh, I don' t know why they | |
Have taken all my favorite things away? | |
But one thing that' s for sure | |
I don' t know what they were | |
They say a stone is a marker | |
And that it has weight | |
They say it' s solid | |
But it can deteriorate | |
The air is like a hand | |
Reminding her of all the things she' s planned | |
Like air that thought is gone | |
Never to come again | |
We came out to the beach | |
To find the mind | |
I' ve lost and cannot reach | |
I used to keep it here | |
It was much cleaner then | |
They say a rose is a flower | |
And that it is red | |
It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
And then it is dead | |
They say a stone is a marker | |
And that it has weight | |
They say it' s solid | |
But it can deteriorate | |
They say a rose is a flower | |
And that it is red | |
It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
And then it is dead | |
Oh, Rose Kennedy |