歌曲 | Son of "There's No Place Like Homerton" |
歌手 | Hatfield and the North |
专辑 | Hatfield and the North |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Snowing – in a little while when the cold is growing | |
With a little smile, turn into a soap-sud or... turn into a road | |
I'm falling down and spinning in a cloud | |
(With a little smile, bubble aloud...) | |
And round and round I go | |
I've made a row, but honestly I liked it | |
(But silence comes to me like a blow) | |
I know I've several things to say, none of them important | |
(Bashing out the chords, most of them I know) | |
(Most of them are overflow) | |
So when the winter comes, nobody will say so | |
(So please don't go quiet, everything dissolves) | |
(So don't be slow to hiss and boo, | |
you sit there and meanwhile all the time) | |
I'm falling down and spinning in a dreamboat | |
(Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn, | |
winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat) | |
Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse | |
singing silly tunes in silly times... tones... sighs... groans... melodies. | |
Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars... | |
Playing tunes which carried us away |
Snowing in a little while when the cold is growing | |
With a little smile, turn into a soapsud or... turn into a road | |
I' m falling down and spinning in a cloud | |
With a little smile, bubble aloud... | |
And round and round I go | |
I' ve made a row, but honestly I liked it | |
But silence comes to me like a blow | |
I know I' ve several things to say, none of them important | |
Bashing out the chords, most of them I know | |
Most of them are overflow | |
So when the winter comes, nobody will say so | |
So please don' t go quiet, everything dissolves | |
So don' t be slow to hiss and boo, | |
you sit there and meanwhile all the time | |
I' m falling down and spinning in a dreamboat | |
Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn, | |
winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat | |
Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse | |
singing silly tunes in silly times... tones... sighs... groans... melodies. | |
Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars... | |
Playing tunes which carried us away |
Snowing in a little while when the cold is growing | |
With a little smile, turn into a soapsud or... turn into a road | |
I' m falling down and spinning in a cloud | |
With a little smile, bubble aloud... | |
And round and round I go | |
I' ve made a row, but honestly I liked it | |
But silence comes to me like a blow | |
I know I' ve several things to say, none of them important | |
Bashing out the chords, most of them I know | |
Most of them are overflow | |
So when the winter comes, nobody will say so | |
So please don' t go quiet, everything dissolves | |
So don' t be slow to hiss and boo, | |
you sit there and meanwhile all the time | |
I' m falling down and spinning in a dreamboat | |
Everything dissolves, summer, spring and autumn, | |
winter falls away spinning in a dreamboat | |
Paddling through the stars like a shining seahorse | |
singing silly tunes in silly times... tones... sighs... groans... melodies. | |
Paddling through the stars came the orchestra from Mars... | |
Playing tunes which carried us away |