歌曲 | The Shipping Forecast |
歌手 | Big Big Train |
专辑 | English Boy Wonders |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
She made a starshape | |
on the ground | |
drew me up with marmite fingers. | |
She was the most English of girls | |
hair hung straight to pretty curls. | |
Ducking for froth with the end of her nose. | |
Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge. | |
It starts to rain. | |
All our wishes came unstuck | |
all that we wanted. | |
There’s truth in travellers’ tales | |
there was this girl. | |
In the summer I’ll be boring them | |
both with castles | |
when we’re apart. | |
All our wishes came unstuck | |
all that we wanted. | |
I have been there | |
spinning with the payload | |
“It’s a bomb dear – | |
elbows off the table.” | |
One by one cloudless and starry | |
age of reason sheer weight of numbers. | |
Took the path to the top of the hill | |
stopping for breath | |
stopping for holding on. | |
Where do we go from here | |
right to the end | |
right to the end of the sky. | |
The older I get the less it makes sense | |
the colder I get. | |
When you are there | |
it starts to make a little bit of sense. | |
When you’re not around | |
it doesn’t make any sense anymore. | |
It’s all fallen down. | |
Vespasian brought his legion here | |
now it’s all fallen down. | |
Vespasian brought his people round | |
now it’s all fallen down. | |
Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel | |
that starts to burn and turn | |
away from here. |
She made a starshape | |
on the ground | |
drew me up with marmite fingers. | |
She was the most English of girls | |
hair hung straight to pretty curls. | |
Ducking for froth with the end of her nose. | |
Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge. | |
It starts to rain. | |
All our wishes came unstuck | |
all that we wanted. | |
There' s truth in travellers' tales | |
there was this girl. | |
In the summer I' ll be boring them | |
both with castles | |
when we' re apart. | |
All our wishes came unstuck | |
all that we wanted. | |
I have been there | |
spinning with the payload | |
" It' s a bomb dear | |
elbows off the table." | |
One by one cloudless and starry | |
age of reason sheer weight of numbers. | |
Took the path to the top of the hill | |
stopping for breath | |
stopping for holding on. | |
Where do we go from here | |
right to the end | |
right to the end of the sky. | |
The older I get the less it makes sense | |
the colder I get. | |
When you are there | |
it starts to make a little bit of sense. | |
When you' re not around | |
it doesn' t make any sense anymore. | |
It' s all fallen down. | |
Vespasian brought his legion here | |
now it' s all fallen down. | |
Vespasian brought his people round | |
now it' s all fallen down. | |
Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel | |
that starts to burn and turn | |
away from here. |
She made a starshape | |
on the ground | |
drew me up with marmite fingers. | |
She was the most English of girls | |
hair hung straight to pretty curls. | |
Ducking for froth with the end of her nose. | |
Harry Nillson poured out on a cartridge. | |
It starts to rain. | |
All our wishes came unstuck | |
all that we wanted. | |
There' s truth in travellers' tales | |
there was this girl. | |
In the summer I' ll be boring them | |
both with castles | |
when we' re apart. | |
All our wishes came unstuck | |
all that we wanted. | |
I have been there | |
spinning with the payload | |
" It' s a bomb dear | |
elbows off the table." | |
One by one cloudless and starry | |
age of reason sheer weight of numbers. | |
Took the path to the top of the hill | |
stopping for breath | |
stopping for holding on. | |
Where do we go from here | |
right to the end | |
right to the end of the sky. | |
The older I get the less it makes sense | |
the colder I get. | |
When you are there | |
it starts to make a little bit of sense. | |
When you' re not around | |
it doesn' t make any sense anymore. | |
It' s all fallen down. | |
Vespasian brought his legion here | |
now it' s all fallen down. | |
Vespasian brought his people round | |
now it' s all fallen down. | |
Within the circle of a Kathryn wheel | |
that starts to burn and turn | |
away from here. |