歌曲 | 'Cause Cheap Is How I Feel |
歌手 | Cowboy Junkies |
专辑 | Best Of Cowboy Junkies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
It's the kind of night that's so cold when you spit | |
It freezes before it hits the ground | |
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar | |
If he's out tonight, he must be truly down | |
And I'm searching all the windows for a last minute present | |
To prove to you what | |
I said was real | |
For something small and frail, and plastic, baby' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feelHalf a moon in the sky tonight is bright enough | |
To come up with an answer | |
To the question, why is it that every time | |
I see youMy love grows a little stronger? | |
But your memory leaves my stomach churnin' | |
Feelin' like a lie about to be revealed | |
But I'll horde all this to myself' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feelIt's not the smell in here that gets to me, it's the lights | |
I hate the shadows that they cast | |
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing | |
I'll always drag with me from my past | |
I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into | |
And maybe strike a deal | |
Your body for my soul, fair swap' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feel |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
It' s the kind of night that' s so cold when you spit | |
It freezes before it hits the ground | |
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar | |
If he' s out tonight, he must be truly down | |
And I' m searching all the windows for a last minute present | |
To prove to you what | |
I said was real | |
For something small and frail, and plastic, baby' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feelHalf a moon in the sky tonight is bright enough | |
To come up with an answer | |
To the question, why is it that every time | |
I see youMy love grows a little stronger? | |
But your memory leaves my stomach churnin' | |
Feelin' like a lie about to be revealed | |
But I' ll horde all this to myself' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feelIt' s not the smell in here that gets to me, it' s the lights | |
I hate the shadows that they cast | |
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing | |
I' ll always drag with me from my past | |
I think I' ll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into | |
And maybe strike a deal | |
Your body for my soul, fair swap' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feel |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
It' s the kind of night that' s so cold when you spit | |
It freezes before it hits the ground | |
And when a bum asks for a quarter, you give a dollar | |
If he' s out tonight, he must be truly down | |
And I' m searching all the windows for a last minute present | |
To prove to you what | |
I said was real | |
For something small and frail, and plastic, baby' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feelHalf a moon in the sky tonight is bright enough | |
To come up with an answer | |
To the question, why is it that every time | |
I see youMy love grows a little stronger? | |
But your memory leaves my stomach churnin' | |
Feelin' like a lie about to be revealed | |
But I' ll horde all this to myself' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feelIt' s not the smell in here that gets to me, it' s the lights | |
I hate the shadows that they cast | |
And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing | |
I' ll always drag with me from my past | |
I think I' ll find a pair of eyes tonight to fall into | |
And maybe strike a deal | |
Your body for my soul, fair swap' | |
Cause cheap is how | |
I feel |