歌曲 | Crush You |
歌手 | Chamberlain |
专辑 | The Moon My Saddle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Moore, Rubenstein | |
You walked out alone, up before the sun; | |
out of the house as the stars shut you off. | |
that old moon's still a half open eye... | |
half-concerned with the streets that you slip down, | |
with the fact that you been lost more than you been found. | |
As you walk your boots make a loud sound | |
that ruins the quiet of this town. | |
She set out to crush you. | |
Sorrow set out to crush you down, | |
but she missed you somehow. | |
With nowhere to go but through miles of sun, | |
bones of thoughts life puts flesh on. | |
You feel weaker than a spiderweb in the rain. | |
Down the street they're tearing the church to the ground. | |
New Orleans is washing her sidewalks down. | |
You had to get lost in that big old town | |
before you could finally be found. | |
Set set out to crush you. | |
Sorrow set out to crush you down, | |
but she missed you somehow. |
zuo qu : Moore, Rubenstein | |
You walked out alone, up before the sun | |
out of the house as the stars shut you off. | |
that old moon' s still a half open eye... | |
halfconcerned with the streets that you slip down, | |
with the fact that you been lost more than you been found. | |
As you walk your boots make a loud sound | |
that ruins the quiet of this town. | |
She set out to crush you. | |
Sorrow set out to crush you down, | |
but she missed you somehow. | |
With nowhere to go but through miles of sun, | |
bones of thoughts life puts flesh on. | |
You feel weaker than a spiderweb in the rain. | |
Down the street they' re tearing the church to the ground. | |
New Orleans is washing her sidewalks down. | |
You had to get lost in that big old town | |
before you could finally be found. | |
Set set out to crush you. | |
Sorrow set out to crush you down, | |
but she missed you somehow. |
zuò qǔ : Moore, Rubenstein | |
You walked out alone, up before the sun | |
out of the house as the stars shut you off. | |
that old moon' s still a half open eye... | |
halfconcerned with the streets that you slip down, | |
with the fact that you been lost more than you been found. | |
As you walk your boots make a loud sound | |
that ruins the quiet of this town. | |
She set out to crush you. | |
Sorrow set out to crush you down, | |
but she missed you somehow. | |
With nowhere to go but through miles of sun, | |
bones of thoughts life puts flesh on. | |
You feel weaker than a spiderweb in the rain. | |
Down the street they' re tearing the church to the ground. | |
New Orleans is washing her sidewalks down. | |
You had to get lost in that big old town | |
before you could finally be found. | |
Set set out to crush you. | |
Sorrow set out to crush you down, | |
but she missed you somehow. |