歌曲 | No Birds Today |
歌手 | Cowboy Junkies |
专辑 | Miles From Our Home |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Timmins |
[00:21.20] | No birds today |
[00:26.08] | Just this square patch of gray |
[00:31.15] | Molting sky moving in on its morning prey |
[00:40.83] | No words today |
[00:45.83] | No one knocking at the gate |
[00:50.58] | I lost my name long before I lost my way |
[01:00.45] | I wonder what he thinks out there |
[01:05.58] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[01:10.33] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[01:15.20] | from here to there and the next day back |
[01:32.79] | No birds today |
[01:37.67] | Just this dull sky of gray |
[01:42.79] | Winter's quickly moving in on its skulking prey |
[01:52.61] | No dust today |
[01:57.61] | No clouds rising from my driveway |
[02:02.48] | No hope drifting slowly my way |
[02:12.17] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
[02:17.04] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[02:21.98] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[02:26.86] | from here to there and the next day back |
[02:44.54] | Cold bars of steel |
[02:49.23] | I'm beginning to dig the feel |
[02:54.10] | of all that disappears into....ethereal |
[03:04.30] | Cold words of hate |
[03:08.98] | Now I'm seeing how things break |
[03:14.18] | Much too late now to cure my mistakes |
[03:23.86] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
[03:28.73] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[03:33.67] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[03:38.73] | from here to there and the next day back |
[03:56.36] | No birds today |
[04:01.11] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
[04:06.04] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Timmins |
[00:21.20] | No birds today |
[00:26.08] | Just this square patch of gray |
[00:31.15] | Molting sky moving in on its morning prey |
[00:40.83] | No words today |
[00:45.83] | No one knocking at the gate |
[00:50.58] | I lost my name long before I lost my way |
[01:00.45] | I wonder what he thinks out there |
[01:05.58] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[01:10.33] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[01:15.20] | from here to there and the next day back |
[01:32.79] | No birds today |
[01:37.67] | Just this dull sky of gray |
[01:42.79] | Winter' s quickly moving in on its skulking prey |
[01:52.61] | No dust today |
[01:57.61] | No clouds rising from my driveway |
[02:02.48] | No hope drifting slowly my way |
[02:12.17] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
[02:17.04] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[02:21.98] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[02:26.86] | from here to there and the next day back |
[02:44.54] | Cold bars of steel |
[02:49.23] | I' m beginning to dig the feel |
[02:54.10] | of all that disappears into.... ethereal |
[03:04.30] | Cold words of hate |
[03:08.98] | Now I' m seeing how things break |
[03:14.18] | Much too late now to cure my mistakes |
[03:23.86] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
[03:28.73] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[03:33.67] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[03:38.73] | from here to there and the next day back |
[03:56.36] | No birds today |
[04:01.11] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
[04:06.04] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Timmins |
[00:21.20] | No birds today |
[00:26.08] | Just this square patch of gray |
[00:31.15] | Molting sky moving in on its morning prey |
[00:40.83] | No words today |
[00:45.83] | No one knocking at the gate |
[00:50.58] | I lost my name long before I lost my way |
[01:00.45] | I wonder what he thinks out there |
[01:05.58] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[01:10.33] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[01:15.20] | from here to there and the next day back |
[01:32.79] | No birds today |
[01:37.67] | Just this dull sky of gray |
[01:42.79] | Winter' s quickly moving in on its skulking prey |
[01:52.61] | No dust today |
[01:57.61] | No clouds rising from my driveway |
[02:02.48] | No hope drifting slowly my way |
[02:12.17] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
[02:17.04] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[02:21.98] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[02:26.86] | from here to there and the next day back |
[02:44.54] | Cold bars of steel |
[02:49.23] | I' m beginning to dig the feel |
[02:54.10] | of all that disappears into.... ethereal |
[03:04.30] | Cold words of hate |
[03:08.98] | Now I' m seeing how things break |
[03:14.18] | Much too late now to cure my mistakes |
[03:23.86] | I wonder what he thinks in there |
[03:28.73] | Pastures turn from black to green and black again |
[03:33.67] | The sun it carves a well worn path |
[03:38.73] | from here to there and the next day back |
[03:56.36] | No birds today |
[04:01.11] | Just this barren stretch of gray |
[04:06.04] | Just this barren stretch of gray |