歌曲 | Low Desert |
歌手 | R.E.M. |
专辑 | New Adventures in Hi-Fi |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
It happened fast, it's over quick | |
A little dust and the engine kicks | |
Did your hands drift down off the wheel? | |
Roll out, hits your windshield | |
An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? | |
Time stands still | |
Just call it now and you're on your way | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives | |
Broken casino and waterslides | |
Eighteen-wheeler, payback dice | |
Gravity flows on the power line | |
Jet stream cuts the desert sky | |
This is a land could eat a man alive | |
Say you'd leave it all behind | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
There's a radio tower that's egging me on | |
Back to the place where you never belong | |
Where people thrive on their own contempt | |
Whatever meaning is long gone, spent | |
If you had to guess or make a bet | |
Would you place yourself inside of it? | |
The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh | |
Tricked again, let go | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey |
zuo ci : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
It happened fast, it' s over quick | |
A little dust and the engine kicks | |
Did your hands drift down off the wheel? | |
Roll out, hits your windshield | |
An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? | |
Time stands still | |
Just call it now and you' re on your way | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives | |
Broken casino and waterslides | |
Eighteenwheeler, payback dice | |
Gravity flows on the power line | |
Jet stream cuts the desert sky | |
This is a land could eat a man alive | |
Say you' d leave it all behind | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
There' s a radio tower that' s egging me on | |
Back to the place where you never belong | |
Where people thrive on their own contempt | |
Whatever meaning is long gone, spent | |
If you had to guess or make a bet | |
Would you place yourself inside of it? | |
The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh | |
Tricked again, let go | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey |
zuò cí : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe | |
It happened fast, it' s over quick | |
A little dust and the engine kicks | |
Did your hands drift down off the wheel? | |
Roll out, hits your windshield | |
An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? | |
Time stands still | |
Just call it now and you' re on your way | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
All the ashtrays, cities and the freeway drives | |
Broken casino and waterslides | |
Eighteenwheeler, payback dice | |
Gravity flows on the power line | |
Jet stream cuts the desert sky | |
This is a land could eat a man alive | |
Say you' d leave it all behind | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
There' s a radio tower that' s egging me on | |
Back to the place where you never belong | |
Where people thrive on their own contempt | |
Whatever meaning is long gone, spent | |
If you had to guess or make a bet | |
Would you place yourself inside of it? | |
The mountains yawn, the clouds let out a sigh | |
Tricked again, let go | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey | |
Hey, hey | |
Hey |