歌曲 | A Dark Eye |
歌手 | The Handsome Family |
专辑 | Twilight |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
In the parking lot where I waited alone | |
A white bird sat sleeping on a broken payphone | |
And there came a black beetle dragging off a green fly | |
Underneath a parked car and then out of sight | |
And I felt a dark eye turn its gaze upon me | |
As if the earth, the earth could see | |
A dark eye, a dark eye | |
A dark eye fell on me | |
In the parking lot where a prairie once grew | |
And through the tall grass the buffalo flew | |
I heard something crying way down below | |
Where the sewer lines snake around Indian bones | |
In that parking lot, cars bake in the sun | |
And somewhere down the road, the pop of a gun | |
I watched a red ant crawl up my shin | |
And I felt so sad until it bit my skin | |
A dark eye, a dark eye | |
A dark eye fell on me |
zuo ci : Sparks, Sparks | |
In the parking lot where I waited alone | |
A white bird sat sleeping on a broken payphone | |
And there came a black beetle dragging off a green fly | |
Underneath a parked car and then out of sight | |
And I felt a dark eye turn its gaze upon me | |
As if the earth, the earth could see | |
A dark eye, a dark eye | |
A dark eye fell on me | |
In the parking lot where a prairie once grew | |
And through the tall grass the buffalo flew | |
I heard something crying way down below | |
Where the sewer lines snake around Indian bones | |
In that parking lot, cars bake in the sun | |
And somewhere down the road, the pop of a gun | |
I watched a red ant crawl up my shin | |
And I felt so sad until it bit my skin | |
A dark eye, a dark eye | |
A dark eye fell on me |
zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
In the parking lot where I waited alone | |
A white bird sat sleeping on a broken payphone | |
And there came a black beetle dragging off a green fly | |
Underneath a parked car and then out of sight | |
And I felt a dark eye turn its gaze upon me | |
As if the earth, the earth could see | |
A dark eye, a dark eye | |
A dark eye fell on me | |
In the parking lot where a prairie once grew | |
And through the tall grass the buffalo flew | |
I heard something crying way down below | |
Where the sewer lines snake around Indian bones | |
In that parking lot, cars bake in the sun | |
And somewhere down the road, the pop of a gun | |
I watched a red ant crawl up my shin | |
And I felt so sad until it bit my skin | |
A dark eye, a dark eye | |
A dark eye fell on me |