歌曲 | The Florist |
歌手 | Kids in Glass Houses |
专辑 | In Gold Blood |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Take a ticket and wait in the line outside | |
In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies | |
Then they tell us that the florist easily bores | |
If we want we need we’d better keep it short | |
I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more | |
I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war | |
Died that day, they came and took you away | |
In between night and day | |
Otis - lost in the hiss of the stereo’s mouth | |
Motions us to a door, empties our pockets out | |
In the blackest market that you will never see | |
Give you all that you want if you’re willing to please | |
I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more | |
I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war | |
Died that day, they came and took you away | |
In between night and day |
Take a ticket and wait in the line outside | |
In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies | |
Then they tell us that the florist easily bores | |
If we want we need we' d better keep it short | |
I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more | |
I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war | |
Died that day, they came and took you away | |
In between night and day | |
Otis lost in the hiss of the stereo' s mouth | |
Motions us to a door, empties our pockets out | |
In the blackest market that you will never see | |
Give you all that you want if you' re willing to please | |
I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more | |
I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war | |
Died that day, they came and took you away | |
In between night and day |
Take a ticket and wait in the line outside | |
In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies | |
Then they tell us that the florist easily bores | |
If we want we need we' d better keep it short | |
I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more | |
I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war | |
Died that day, they came and took you away | |
In between night and day | |
Otis lost in the hiss of the stereo' s mouth | |
Motions us to a door, empties our pockets out | |
In the blackest market that you will never see | |
Give you all that you want if you' re willing to please | |
I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more | |
I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war | |
Died that day, they came and took you away | |
In between night and day |