作曲 : Cohen, Ritchie, Sketch, Smyth | |
I hold hands with the fire in the ocean | |
Whose bones are cold, never frozen | |
The day is ending, I'm feeling edgy | |
The dark is running, soon I will be coming | |
Oh the ocean smells like my mother | |
Who should love me oh like the ocean does | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don't see the need for each other | |
I hold on to the fire in the ocean | |
Whose bones are cold, not frozen | |
Don't get me wrong I'd gladly be the one | |
To pick my teeth with the very last whale bone | |
Take my garbage throw it in the ocean | |
Suck a man off throw in the ocean | |
No the moon is no fire in the sea | |
no object like that could speak to me | |
Who will love me oh like the ocean does | |
Who will love me oh like the ocean does | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don't see the need for each other | |
Take my garbage throw it in the ocean | |
Suck a man off throw in the ocean | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don't see the need for each other |
zuo qu : Cohen, Ritchie, Sketch, Smyth | |
I hold hands with the fire in the ocean | |
Whose bones are cold, never frozen | |
The day is ending, I' m feeling edgy | |
The dark is running, soon I will be coming | |
Oh the ocean smells like my mother | |
Who should love me oh like the ocean does | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don' t see the need for each other | |
I hold on to the fire in the ocean | |
Whose bones are cold, not frozen | |
Don' t get me wrong I' d gladly be the one | |
To pick my teeth with the very last whale bone | |
Take my garbage throw it in the ocean | |
Suck a man off throw in the ocean | |
No the moon is no fire in the sea | |
no object like that could speak to me | |
Who will love me oh like the ocean does | |
Who will love me oh like the ocean does | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don' t see the need for each other | |
Take my garbage throw it in the ocean | |
Suck a man off throw in the ocean | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don' t see the need for each other |
zuò qǔ : Cohen, Ritchie, Sketch, Smyth | |
I hold hands with the fire in the ocean | |
Whose bones are cold, never frozen | |
The day is ending, I' m feeling edgy | |
The dark is running, soon I will be coming | |
Oh the ocean smells like my mother | |
Who should love me oh like the ocean does | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don' t see the need for each other | |
I hold on to the fire in the ocean | |
Whose bones are cold, not frozen | |
Don' t get me wrong I' d gladly be the one | |
To pick my teeth with the very last whale bone | |
Take my garbage throw it in the ocean | |
Suck a man off throw in the ocean | |
No the moon is no fire in the sea | |
no object like that could speak to me | |
Who will love me oh like the ocean does | |
Who will love me oh like the ocean does | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don' t see the need for each other | |
Take my garbage throw it in the ocean | |
Suck a man off throw in the ocean | |
We are so much like each other | |
We don' t see the need for each other |