歌曲 | Less than you think |
歌手 | Wilco |
专辑 | A ghost is born |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bach, Jorgensen, Kotche ... | |
Your mind's a machine | |
It's deadly and dull | |
It's never been still and its will | |
Has never been free | |
Lightly tapping | |
A high-pitched drum | |
As your spine starts to shine | |
You shiver at your soul | |
A fist so clear and climbing | |
Punches a hole | |
In the sky | |
So you can see | |
For yourself | |
If you don't believe me | |
There's so much less | |
To this than you think | |
It's almost gone | |
The night is dissolving | |
In a cup God lifts | |
To toast the lightning | |
Lightly tapping | |
It's high-pitched and it hums | |
Your spine starts to shine | |
And you shiver at your soul | |
A fist so clear and climbing | |
Punches a hole | |
In the sky | |
So you can see | |
For yourself | |
If you don't believe me | |
There's so much less | |
To this than you think |
zuo ci : Bach, Jorgensen, Kotche ... | |
Your mind' s a machine | |
It' s deadly and dull | |
It' s never been still and its will | |
Has never been free | |
Lightly tapping | |
A highpitched drum | |
As your spine starts to shine | |
You shiver at your soul | |
A fist so clear and climbing | |
Punches a hole | |
In the sky | |
So you can see | |
For yourself | |
If you don' t believe me | |
There' s so much less | |
To this than you think | |
It' s almost gone | |
The night is dissolving | |
In a cup God lifts | |
To toast the lightning | |
Lightly tapping | |
It' s highpitched and it hums | |
Your spine starts to shine | |
And you shiver at your soul | |
A fist so clear and climbing | |
Punches a hole | |
In the sky | |
So you can see | |
For yourself | |
If you don' t believe me | |
There' s so much less | |
To this than you think |
zuò cí : Bach, Jorgensen, Kotche ... | |
Your mind' s a machine | |
It' s deadly and dull | |
It' s never been still and its will | |
Has never been free | |
Lightly tapping | |
A highpitched drum | |
As your spine starts to shine | |
You shiver at your soul | |
A fist so clear and climbing | |
Punches a hole | |
In the sky | |
So you can see | |
For yourself | |
If you don' t believe me | |
There' s so much less | |
To this than you think | |
It' s almost gone | |
The night is dissolving | |
In a cup God lifts | |
To toast the lightning | |
Lightly tapping | |
It' s highpitched and it hums | |
Your spine starts to shine | |
And you shiver at your soul | |
A fist so clear and climbing | |
Punches a hole | |
In the sky | |
So you can see | |
For yourself | |
If you don' t believe me | |
There' s so much less | |
To this than you think |