歌曲 | Chimney Sweeping Man |
歌手 | Laura Veirs |
专辑 | Carbon Glacier |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Veirs | |
I’m a chimney sweeping man | |
You see the black lines | |
On the backs of my hands | |
I planted all the gardens | |
I sent off all the hand-typed letters | |
To the empty shells on high | |
How i want to make things better | |
Maybe you thought i’d be president | |
With my cheshire grin, high iq | |
And charming baby blues | |
Well i’m a lowland forest resident | |
With lime in the outhouse | |
And black grime for tattoos | |
I try to make things better | |
I try to make things mine | |
I write a lot of letters | |
To pass the time | |
I pulled three hundred rocks | |
From the land to build my house | |
I walk quiet through the forest | |
Like a tiny quiet forest mouse | |
I’m a chimney sweeping man | |
You see the black lines | |
On the backs of my hands |
zuo ci : Veirs | |
I' m a chimney sweeping man | |
You see the black lines | |
On the backs of my hands | |
I planted all the gardens | |
I sent off all the handtyped letters | |
To the empty shells on high | |
How i want to make things better | |
Maybe you thought i' d be president | |
With my cheshire grin, high iq | |
And charming baby blues | |
Well i' m a lowland forest resident | |
With lime in the outhouse | |
And black grime for tattoos | |
I try to make things better | |
I try to make things mine | |
I write a lot of letters | |
To pass the time | |
I pulled three hundred rocks | |
From the land to build my house | |
I walk quiet through the forest | |
Like a tiny quiet forest mouse | |
I' m a chimney sweeping man | |
You see the black lines | |
On the backs of my hands |
zuò cí : Veirs | |
I' m a chimney sweeping man | |
You see the black lines | |
On the backs of my hands | |
I planted all the gardens | |
I sent off all the handtyped letters | |
To the empty shells on high | |
How i want to make things better | |
Maybe you thought i' d be president | |
With my cheshire grin, high iq | |
And charming baby blues | |
Well i' m a lowland forest resident | |
With lime in the outhouse | |
And black grime for tattoos | |
I try to make things better | |
I try to make things mine | |
I write a lot of letters | |
To pass the time | |
I pulled three hundred rocks | |
From the land to build my house | |
I walk quiet through the forest | |
Like a tiny quiet forest mouse | |
I' m a chimney sweeping man | |
You see the black lines | |
On the backs of my hands |