Keep Ringing Your Bell 歌词
| 歌曲 | Keep Ringing Your Bell |
| 歌手 | Kevin Devine |
| 专辑 | Split The Country, Split The Street |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Devine | |
| I'm counting out dollars while I limp to your brownstone. | |
| I can just barely cover what I need to get back home. | |
| And I know we're allowed indiscretion in our lives, | |
| But I've been making mine count every night for a while. | |
| I keep deleting your number and name from my cell phone, | |
| But I call every day; that's as far as my act goes. | |
| What you have helps me turn down the noise that I make, | |
| But when it stops it just pokes me and keeps me awake. | |
| My friends always warned about living cliches | |
| But my friends aren't there when I meet you these days. | |
| I count people and street signs from the back of your car | |
| And then skip back excited to wherever they are. | |
| I take risks in the stall while they talk by the bar. | |
| I won't go back outside 'til my memory starts | |
| Erasing itself into something less brutal, | |
| Some beautiful bullshit I pretend to belong to. | |
| For as long as the trush tucks itself into bed, | |
| And the beat of my heart and the heat of my breath | |
| Keep me hopeful and distant and proud of myself, | |
| I'll keep ringing your bell every night around twelve. |
| zuo qu : Devine | |
| I' m counting out dollars while I limp to your brownstone. | |
| I can just barely cover what I need to get back home. | |
| And I know we' re allowed indiscretion in our lives, | |
| But I' ve been making mine count every night for a while. | |
| I keep deleting your number and name from my cell phone, | |
| But I call every day that' s as far as my act goes. | |
| What you have helps me turn down the noise that I make, | |
| But when it stops it just pokes me and keeps me awake. | |
| My friends always warned about living cliches | |
| But my friends aren' t there when I meet you these days. | |
| I count people and street signs from the back of your car | |
| And then skip back excited to wherever they are. | |
| I take risks in the stall while they talk by the bar. | |
| I won' t go back outside ' til my memory starts | |
| Erasing itself into something less brutal, | |
| Some beautiful bullshit I pretend to belong to. | |
| For as long as the trush tucks itself into bed, | |
| And the beat of my heart and the heat of my breath | |
| Keep me hopeful and distant and proud of myself, | |
| I' ll keep ringing your bell every night around twelve. |
| zuò qǔ : Devine | |
| I' m counting out dollars while I limp to your brownstone. | |
| I can just barely cover what I need to get back home. | |
| And I know we' re allowed indiscretion in our lives, | |
| But I' ve been making mine count every night for a while. | |
| I keep deleting your number and name from my cell phone, | |
| But I call every day that' s as far as my act goes. | |
| What you have helps me turn down the noise that I make, | |
| But when it stops it just pokes me and keeps me awake. | |
| My friends always warned about living cliches | |
| But my friends aren' t there when I meet you these days. | |
| I count people and street signs from the back of your car | |
| And then skip back excited to wherever they are. | |
| I take risks in the stall while they talk by the bar. | |
| I won' t go back outside ' til my memory starts | |
| Erasing itself into something less brutal, | |
| Some beautiful bullshit I pretend to belong to. | |
| For as long as the trush tucks itself into bed, | |
| And the beat of my heart and the heat of my breath | |
| Keep me hopeful and distant and proud of myself, | |
| I' ll keep ringing your bell every night around twelve. |
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