歌曲 | Here On The Eerie |
歌手 | Prefab Sprout |
专辑 | Swoon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McAloon | |
It's much more beguiling, than children at play. | |
The mind meets dilemma, with a heart in decay. | |
How they reconcile art with... | |
What was I going to say? | |
I called because you're in a position to help. | |
With a limited talent, but impossible wealth. | |
How they reconcile love with... | |
It sure is a problem... | |
But don't go away. | |
Cool critique of new | |
Gomorrah, or schoolboy crush on | |
Che Guevara, face yourself or... | |
Give it away. | |
Hearys grow numb and consience weary, mutiny here on | |
Eerie, face yourself or... | |
Give it away | |
Don't start pretending, you've feelings anguish, if you'd prefer to dance. | |
Please stop talking, of things you know nothing. | |
The truth well will make you ill. | |
So chew on the safest, the blandest of food. | |
And avoid the specifics, that might ruin the mood. | |
A universal prescription... continues to elude. | |
Love becomes you, a happy burden. | |
But other liver stay neatly curtained. | |
Recognize that, | |
It won't go away. | |
Hearts grow numb, and conscience weary, mutiny here on the | |
Eerie. Face yourself or... give it away. | |
This star crossed lovers business, astrologeewhizzness, go rhyme your runes in | |
June. Don't turn tearful, or mystical on me, | |
I'm not your seventh son. |
zuo ci : McAloon | |
It' s much more beguiling, than children at play. | |
The mind meets dilemma, with a heart in decay. | |
How they reconcile art with... | |
What was I going to say? | |
I called because you' re in a position to help. | |
With a limited talent, but impossible wealth. | |
How they reconcile love with... | |
It sure is a problem... | |
But don' t go away. | |
Cool critique of new | |
Gomorrah, or schoolboy crush on | |
Che Guevara, face yourself or... | |
Give it away. | |
Hearys grow numb and consience weary, mutiny here on | |
Eerie, face yourself or... | |
Give it away | |
Don' t start pretending, you' ve feelings anguish, if you' d prefer to dance. | |
Please stop talking, of things you know nothing. | |
The truth well will make you ill. | |
So chew on the safest, the blandest of food. | |
And avoid the specifics, that might ruin the mood. | |
A universal prescription... continues to elude. | |
Love becomes you, a happy burden. | |
But other liver stay neatly curtained. | |
Recognize that, | |
It won' t go away. | |
Hearts grow numb, and conscience weary, mutiny here on the | |
Eerie. Face yourself or... give it away. | |
This star crossed lovers business, astrologeewhizzness, go rhyme your runes in | |
June. Don' t turn tearful, or mystical on me, | |
I' m not your seventh son. |
zuò cí : McAloon | |
It' s much more beguiling, than children at play. | |
The mind meets dilemma, with a heart in decay. | |
How they reconcile art with... | |
What was I going to say? | |
I called because you' re in a position to help. | |
With a limited talent, but impossible wealth. | |
How they reconcile love with... | |
It sure is a problem... | |
But don' t go away. | |
Cool critique of new | |
Gomorrah, or schoolboy crush on | |
Che Guevara, face yourself or... | |
Give it away. | |
Hearys grow numb and consience weary, mutiny here on | |
Eerie, face yourself or... | |
Give it away | |
Don' t start pretending, you' ve feelings anguish, if you' d prefer to dance. | |
Please stop talking, of things you know nothing. | |
The truth well will make you ill. | |
So chew on the safest, the blandest of food. | |
And avoid the specifics, that might ruin the mood. | |
A universal prescription... continues to elude. | |
Love becomes you, a happy burden. | |
But other liver stay neatly curtained. | |
Recognize that, | |
It won' t go away. | |
Hearts grow numb, and conscience weary, mutiny here on the | |
Eerie. Face yourself or... give it away. | |
This star crossed lovers business, astrologeewhizzness, go rhyme your runes in | |
June. Don' t turn tearful, or mystical on me, | |
I' m not your seventh son. |