歌曲 | Tigers |
歌手 | Rickie Lee Jones |
专辑 | Traffic From Paradise |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The tigers come at four | |
Shaped like the curtain and the floor | |
Like the stars they once were wild and cold | |
Your turn to see me | |
I can believe its really you | |
Sharpening your teeth on my low womb | |
Playing with tigers | |
Chasing the lampshade with my toes | |
Playing with tigers | |
il i find out where it goes | |
You check your clothes | |
You come and lay with me a while | |
In the theater of dream | |
We are sleeping in the aisle | |
Wind climbs up the brick | |
Carrying brightly colored ghosts | |
They play on you with | |
The light from the street below | |
Playing with tigers | |
Chasing the lamp with my toes | |
Playing with tigers | |
Until i find out where it goes | |
Where it goes, where it goes | |
I tried to leave you | |
But you sent all the cars to bring me back | |
Tigers are falling like paper on our parade | |
Tigers, tigers. | |
And the mail blowing out of the mailbox | |
Down the street, yeah yeah | |
Tigers. | |
I can't tell you anymore than that. | |
I'll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. | |
Tomorrow when the train comes |
The tigers come at four | |
Shaped like the curtain and the floor | |
Like the stars they once were wild and cold | |
Your turn to see me | |
I can believe its really you | |
Sharpening your teeth on my low womb | |
Playing with tigers | |
Chasing the lampshade with my toes | |
Playing with tigers | |
il i find out where it goes | |
You check your clothes | |
You come and lay with me a while | |
In the theater of dream | |
We are sleeping in the aisle | |
Wind climbs up the brick | |
Carrying brightly colored ghosts | |
They play on you with | |
The light from the street below | |
Playing with tigers | |
Chasing the lamp with my toes | |
Playing with tigers | |
Until i find out where it goes | |
Where it goes, where it goes | |
I tried to leave you | |
But you sent all the cars to bring me back | |
Tigers are falling like paper on our parade | |
Tigers, tigers. | |
And the mail blowing out of the mailbox | |
Down the street, yeah yeah | |
Tigers. | |
I can' t tell you anymore than that. | |
I' ll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. | |
Tomorrow when the train comes |
The tigers come at four | |
Shaped like the curtain and the floor | |
Like the stars they once were wild and cold | |
Your turn to see me | |
I can believe its really you | |
Sharpening your teeth on my low womb | |
Playing with tigers | |
Chasing the lampshade with my toes | |
Playing with tigers | |
il i find out where it goes | |
You check your clothes | |
You come and lay with me a while | |
In the theater of dream | |
We are sleeping in the aisle | |
Wind climbs up the brick | |
Carrying brightly colored ghosts | |
They play on you with | |
The light from the street below | |
Playing with tigers | |
Chasing the lamp with my toes | |
Playing with tigers | |
Until i find out where it goes | |
Where it goes, where it goes | |
I tried to leave you | |
But you sent all the cars to bring me back | |
Tigers are falling like paper on our parade | |
Tigers, tigers. | |
And the mail blowing out of the mailbox | |
Down the street, yeah yeah | |
Tigers. | |
I can' t tell you anymore than that. | |
I' ll tell you tomorrow when the train comes. | |
Tomorrow when the train comes |