歌曲 | Spiders (Kidsmoke) |
歌手 | Wilco |
专辑 | A ghost is born |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tweedy | |
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze | |
Spiders are filling out tax returns | |
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies | |
On a private beach in Michigan | |
Why can't they wish their kisses good | |
Why do they miss when their kisses should | |
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys | |
On a private beach in Michigan | |
This recent rash of kidsmoke | |
All these telescopic poems | |
It's good to be alone | |
Why can't they say what they want | |
Why can't they just say what they mean | |
Come clean, listen and talk | |
Hello private callers, IDs blocked | |
The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars | |
The future has a valley and a shortcut around | |
Who will wear the crown of drowning award | |
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore | |
You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke | |
From a microscopic home | |
It's good to be alone | |
I'll be in my bed | |
You can be the stone | |
That raises from the dead | |
And carries us all home | |
There's no blood on my hands | |
I just do as I am told |
zuo ci : Tweedy | |
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze | |
Spiders are filling out tax returns | |
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies | |
On a private beach in Michigan | |
Why can' t they wish their kisses good | |
Why do they miss when their kisses should | |
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys | |
On a private beach in Michigan | |
This recent rash of kidsmoke | |
All these telescopic poems | |
It' s good to be alone | |
Why can' t they say what they want | |
Why can' t they just say what they mean | |
Come clean, listen and talk | |
Hello private callers, IDs blocked | |
The sun will rise, we' ll climb into cars | |
The future has a valley and a shortcut around | |
Who will wear the crown of drowning award | |
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore | |
You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke | |
From a microscopic home | |
It' s good to be alone | |
I' ll be in my bed | |
You can be the stone | |
That raises from the dead | |
And carries us all home | |
There' s no blood on my hands | |
I just do as I am told |
zuò cí : Tweedy | |
Spiders are singing in the salty breeze | |
Spiders are filling out tax returns | |
Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies | |
On a private beach in Michigan | |
Why can' t they wish their kisses good | |
Why do they miss when their kisses should | |
Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys | |
On a private beach in Michigan | |
This recent rash of kidsmoke | |
All these telescopic poems | |
It' s good to be alone | |
Why can' t they say what they want | |
Why can' t they just say what they mean | |
Come clean, listen and talk | |
Hello private callers, IDs blocked | |
The sun will rise, we' ll climb into cars | |
The future has a valley and a shortcut around | |
Who will wear the crown of drowning award | |
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore | |
You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke | |
From a microscopic home | |
It' s good to be alone | |
I' ll be in my bed | |
You can be the stone | |
That raises from the dead | |
And carries us all home | |
There' s no blood on my hands | |
I just do as I am told |