歌曲 | Royal Lawns |
歌手 | The Cave Singers |
专辑 | Invitation Songs |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fudesco, Quirk | |
You know your place, beside the fueled sun (oil refinery) | |
This drunken town, you know you do | |
And I can wait, to do the drinking | |
Because no one knows what I'm gonna do right? | |
You always wait by the riverside | |
And you are placed, oh they're gone | |
And in this land, drinking turpentine | |
And there's this time, I'll know, I don't know? | |
See the waves have been to the countryside | |
And to your graves your will is due | |
And in your mind, sip with turpentine | |
And in your heart, oh it's like a grave. | |
You always go, where the weather is | |
And in the slow, stretch of the sea | |
And in your mind, you sip with turpentine | |
And in your brain, I think you're fine. |
zuo qu : Fudesco, Quirk | |
You know your place, beside the fueled sun oil refinery | |
This drunken town, you know you do | |
And I can wait, to do the drinking | |
Because no one knows what I' m gonna do right? | |
You always wait by the riverside | |
And you are placed, oh they' re gone | |
And in this land, drinking turpentine | |
And there' s this time, I' ll know, I don' t know? | |
See the waves have been to the countryside | |
And to your graves your will is due | |
And in your mind, sip with turpentine | |
And in your heart, oh it' s like a grave. | |
You always go, where the weather is | |
And in the slow, stretch of the sea | |
And in your mind, you sip with turpentine | |
And in your brain, I think you' re fine. |
zuò qǔ : Fudesco, Quirk | |
You know your place, beside the fueled sun oil refinery | |
This drunken town, you know you do | |
And I can wait, to do the drinking | |
Because no one knows what I' m gonna do right? | |
You always wait by the riverside | |
And you are placed, oh they' re gone | |
And in this land, drinking turpentine | |
And there' s this time, I' ll know, I don' t know? | |
See the waves have been to the countryside | |
And to your graves your will is due | |
And in your mind, sip with turpentine | |
And in your heart, oh it' s like a grave. | |
You always go, where the weather is | |
And in the slow, stretch of the sea | |
And in your mind, you sip with turpentine | |
And in your brain, I think you' re fine. |