Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning 歌词
| 歌曲 | Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning |
| 歌手 | Cowboy Junkies |
| 专辑 | Best Of Cowboy Junkies |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Timmins | |
| Sun comes up, it's tuesday morning | |
| Hits me straight in the eye | |
| Guess you forgot to close the blind last night | |
| Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me | |
| I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning, | |
| The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, | |
| The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping, | |
| But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed | |
| Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it | |
| 'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon | |
| Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again | |
| Maybe I'll add a little t.v. too | |
| No milk! god, how I hate that | |
| Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny | |
| She's got a black eye this morning, 'jen how'd ya get it? ' | |
| She says, 'last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand' | |
| Lunchtime. I start to dial your number | |
| Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke | |
| And anyways I'd rather listen to coltrane | |
| Than go through all that shit again | |
| There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing | |
| Just listening to records and watching the sun falling | |
| Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something | |
| And this spell won't be broken | |
| By the sound of keys scraping in the lock | |
| Maybe tonight it's a movie | |
| With plenty of room for elbows and knees | |
| A bag of popcorn all to myself, | |
| Black and white with a strong female lead | |
| And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave | |
| Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten | |
| How strange these streets feel | |
| When you're alone on them | |
| Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion | |
| So I lower my head, make a beeline for home | |
| Seething inside | |
| Funny, I'd never noticed | |
| The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window | |
| Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again | |
| Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you | |
| Especially like now when I need someone to hold me | |
| But there are some things that can never be forgiven | |
| And I just gotta tell you | |
| That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
| zuo qu : Timmins | |
| Sun comes up, it' s tuesday morning | |
| Hits me straight in the eye | |
| Guess you forgot to close the blind last night | |
| Oh, that' s right, I forgot, it was me | |
| I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning, | |
| The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, | |
| The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping, | |
| But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed | |
| Telephone' s ringing, but I don' t answer it | |
| ' cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon | |
| Guess it' s tea and toast for breakfast again | |
| Maybe I' ll add a little t. v. too | |
| No milk! god, how I hate that | |
| Guess I' ll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny | |
| She' s got a black eye this morning, ' jen how' d ya get it? ' | |
| She says, ' last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand' | |
| Lunchtime. I start to dial your number | |
| Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke | |
| And anyways I' d rather listen to coltrane | |
| Than go through all that shit again | |
| There' s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing | |
| Just listening to records and watching the sun falling | |
| Thinking of things that don' t have to add up to something | |
| And this spell won' t be broken | |
| By the sound of keys scraping in the lock | |
| Maybe tonight it' s a movie | |
| With plenty of room for elbows and knees | |
| A bag of popcorn all to myself, | |
| Black and white with a strong female lead | |
| And if I don' t like it, no debate, I' ll leave | |
| Here comes that feeling that I' d forgotten | |
| How strange these streets feel | |
| When you' re alone on them | |
| Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion | |
| So I lower my head, make a beeline for home | |
| Seething inside | |
| Funny, I' d never noticed | |
| The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window | |
| Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again | |
| Yeah, sure I' ll admit there are times when I miss you | |
| Especially like now when I need someone to hold me | |
| But there are some things that can never be forgiven | |
| And I just gotta tell you | |
| That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
| zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
| Sun comes up, it' s tuesday morning | |
| Hits me straight in the eye | |
| Guess you forgot to close the blind last night | |
| Oh, that' s right, I forgot, it was me | |
| I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning, | |
| The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, | |
| The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping, | |
| But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed | |
| Telephone' s ringing, but I don' t answer it | |
| ' cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon | |
| Guess it' s tea and toast for breakfast again | |
| Maybe I' ll add a little t. v. too | |
| No milk! god, how I hate that | |
| Guess I' ll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny | |
| She' s got a black eye this morning, ' jen how' d ya get it? ' | |
| She says, ' last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand' | |
| Lunchtime. I start to dial your number | |
| Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke | |
| And anyways I' d rather listen to coltrane | |
| Than go through all that shit again | |
| There' s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing | |
| Just listening to records and watching the sun falling | |
| Thinking of things that don' t have to add up to something | |
| And this spell won' t be broken | |
| By the sound of keys scraping in the lock | |
| Maybe tonight it' s a movie | |
| With plenty of room for elbows and knees | |
| A bag of popcorn all to myself, | |
| Black and white with a strong female lead | |
| And if I don' t like it, no debate, I' ll leave | |
| Here comes that feeling that I' d forgotten | |
| How strange these streets feel | |
| When you' re alone on them | |
| Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion | |
| So I lower my head, make a beeline for home | |
| Seething inside | |
| Funny, I' d never noticed | |
| The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window | |
| Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again | |
| Yeah, sure I' ll admit there are times when I miss you | |
| Especially like now when I need someone to hold me | |
| But there are some things that can never be forgiven | |
| And I just gotta tell you | |
| That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
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