歌曲 | Playhouses |
歌手 | TV on the Radio |
专辑 | Return To Cookie Mountain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Malone | |
Playhouses | |
Swept away by the river now | |
Confound me | |
Sound me out now | |
Like a crayon in your hand | |
And who's little girl are you now? | |
Oh, I'd ask for this dance | |
But I know you play like you don't know how | |
What your coarse smile exposes? | |
A recent memory of when we shit off in a house awhile | |
And I know the woman shining down | |
Enough for all now | |
So for who? | |
So for who? | |
Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath | |
I can taste the ocean on your tongue | |
Remember when we sat on the side walk of your cold block | |
Against the wall, under the stars talking about love meaning | |
Well, I wasn't dreaming | |
I meant every word | |
Just to know your demons | |
Do you know mine, babe? | |
Are we wastin' time, babe? | |
Playhouses | |
On dead life | |
Broken spirits | |
Just trying to get high | |
Yeah, we chose these cards but the weather changed | |
And the river froze, and went it thawed | |
It was runnin' backwards and dry now | |
I suppose it's appropriate to cry now | |
Oh, wasted time and naked lies | |
Still get wasted sometimes |
zuo qu : Malone | |
Playhouses | |
Swept away by the river now | |
Confound me | |
Sound me out now | |
Like a crayon in your hand | |
And who' s little girl are you now? | |
Oh, I' d ask for this dance | |
But I know you play like you don' t know how | |
What your coarse smile exposes? | |
A recent memory of when we shit off in a house awhile | |
And I know the woman shining down | |
Enough for all now | |
So for who? | |
So for who? | |
Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath | |
I can taste the ocean on your tongue | |
Remember when we sat on the side walk of your cold block | |
Against the wall, under the stars talking about love meaning | |
Well, I wasn' t dreaming | |
I meant every word | |
Just to know your demons | |
Do you know mine, babe? | |
Are we wastin' time, babe? | |
Playhouses | |
On dead life | |
Broken spirits | |
Just trying to get high | |
Yeah, we chose these cards but the weather changed | |
And the river froze, and went it thawed | |
It was runnin' backwards and dry now | |
I suppose it' s appropriate to cry now | |
Oh, wasted time and naked lies | |
Still get wasted sometimes |
zuò qǔ : Malone | |
Playhouses | |
Swept away by the river now | |
Confound me | |
Sound me out now | |
Like a crayon in your hand | |
And who' s little girl are you now? | |
Oh, I' d ask for this dance | |
But I know you play like you don' t know how | |
What your coarse smile exposes? | |
A recent memory of when we shit off in a house awhile | |
And I know the woman shining down | |
Enough for all now | |
So for who? | |
So for who? | |
Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath | |
I can taste the ocean on your tongue | |
Remember when we sat on the side walk of your cold block | |
Against the wall, under the stars talking about love meaning | |
Well, I wasn' t dreaming | |
I meant every word | |
Just to know your demons | |
Do you know mine, babe? | |
Are we wastin' time, babe? | |
Playhouses | |
On dead life | |
Broken spirits | |
Just trying to get high | |
Yeah, we chose these cards but the weather changed | |
And the river froze, and went it thawed | |
It was runnin' backwards and dry now | |
I suppose it' s appropriate to cry now | |
Oh, wasted time and naked lies | |
Still get wasted sometimes |