歌曲 | Caravanna |
歌手 | The Lucksmiths |
专辑 | A Good Kind Of Nervous |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lucksmiths | |
Here are we, with a view of mountains | |
Staring at the floor for hours on end | |
There's a world outside that window | |
And we're looking at linoleum instead | |
Another sunset passes us by | |
We used to sit on our arses | |
And stare into the sky | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
And the times of our lives | |
Could begin today | |
Look at us: we're atrocious | |
We make a meal of every meal | |
And we browse through travel brochures | |
But the grass grows brown around these wheels | |
Take the tennis ball off the towbar | |
We've come a long way | |
But there's so far to go | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
And the time of our lives | |
Could begin today | |
What's there to decide? | |
And what's there to say? | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
Some things might have to change | |
I wish there was some furniture | |
That I could rearrange |
zuo ci : Lucksmiths | |
Here are we, with a view of mountains | |
Staring at the floor for hours on end | |
There' s a world outside that window | |
And we' re looking at linoleum instead | |
Another sunset passes us by | |
We used to sit on our arses | |
And stare into the sky | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
And the times of our lives | |
Could begin today | |
Look at us: we' re atrocious | |
We make a meal of every meal | |
And we browse through travel brochures | |
But the grass grows brown around these wheels | |
Take the tennis ball off the towbar | |
We' ve come a long way | |
But there' s so far to go | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
And the time of our lives | |
Could begin today | |
What' s there to decide? | |
And what' s there to say? | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
Some things might have to change | |
I wish there was some furniture | |
That I could rearrange |
zuò cí : Lucksmiths | |
Here are we, with a view of mountains | |
Staring at the floor for hours on end | |
There' s a world outside that window | |
And we' re looking at linoleum instead | |
Another sunset passes us by | |
We used to sit on our arses | |
And stare into the sky | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
And the times of our lives | |
Could begin today | |
Look at us: we' re atrocious | |
We make a meal of every meal | |
And we browse through travel brochures | |
But the grass grows brown around these wheels | |
Take the tennis ball off the towbar | |
We' ve come a long way | |
But there' s so far to go | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
And the time of our lives | |
Could begin today | |
What' s there to decide? | |
And what' s there to say? | |
If either one of us could drive | |
We could drive away | |
Some things might have to change | |
I wish there was some furniture | |
That I could rearrange |