歌曲 | House Where We All Live |
歌手 | The Veils |
专辑 | Nux Vomica |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Andrews | |
作词 : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
There's an old child's swing set on the lawn | |
And an ivied wall lured by the years | |
A neckerchiefed spaniel patrols the swamp | |
And drinks from the garden of our tears | |
There are many rooms and many floows | |
A billion up and a billion down | |
I'm not sure God knows we're here | |
Most nights it keeps to itself | |
There's a widow's wing and an unloved wing | |
On the unwanted floor towards the rear | |
I've tried to memorise their names | |
But no sooner one dies than another appears | |
There were bible verses all down the halls | |
But they soon got replaced with explicit cartoons | |
There are lipstick marks on all our collars | |
And the sign on the gate reads 'Come Back Soon' | |
We all do our best to keep it clean | |
But some guy's minds are like a sieve | |
Sometimes it's a little hard to sleep at night | |
In the house where we all live | |
Now when I walk the grounds at dawn | |
I hear the sounds of far off bells | |
I lay my feet out in the reeds | |
And dream of being somewhere else | |
So boy, next time you are in town | |
Just ring the bell and I'll let you in | |
I don't think you're going to need directions - | |
Just ask for the house where we all live |
zuo qu : Andrews | |
zuo ci : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
There' s an old child' s swing set on the lawn | |
And an ivied wall lured by the years | |
A neckerchiefed spaniel patrols the swamp | |
And drinks from the garden of our tears | |
There are many rooms and many floows | |
A billion up and a billion down | |
I' m not sure God knows we' re here | |
Most nights it keeps to itself | |
There' s a widow' s wing and an unloved wing | |
On the unwanted floor towards the rear | |
I' ve tried to memorise their names | |
But no sooner one dies than another appears | |
There were bible verses all down the halls | |
But they soon got replaced with explicit cartoons | |
There are lipstick marks on all our collars | |
And the sign on the gate reads ' Come Back Soon' | |
We all do our best to keep it clean | |
But some guy' s minds are like a sieve | |
Sometimes it' s a little hard to sleep at night | |
In the house where we all live | |
Now when I walk the grounds at dawn | |
I hear the sounds of far off bells | |
I lay my feet out in the reeds | |
And dream of being somewhere else | |
So boy, next time you are in town | |
Just ring the bell and I' ll let you in | |
I don' t think you' re going to need directions | |
Just ask for the house where we all live |
zuò qǔ : Andrews | |
zuò cí : ANDREWS FINN WILLIAM RIDDLEY KENT | |
There' s an old child' s swing set on the lawn | |
And an ivied wall lured by the years | |
A neckerchiefed spaniel patrols the swamp | |
And drinks from the garden of our tears | |
There are many rooms and many floows | |
A billion up and a billion down | |
I' m not sure God knows we' re here | |
Most nights it keeps to itself | |
There' s a widow' s wing and an unloved wing | |
On the unwanted floor towards the rear | |
I' ve tried to memorise their names | |
But no sooner one dies than another appears | |
There were bible verses all down the halls | |
But they soon got replaced with explicit cartoons | |
There are lipstick marks on all our collars | |
And the sign on the gate reads ' Come Back Soon' | |
We all do our best to keep it clean | |
But some guy' s minds are like a sieve | |
Sometimes it' s a little hard to sleep at night | |
In the house where we all live | |
Now when I walk the grounds at dawn | |
I hear the sounds of far off bells | |
I lay my feet out in the reeds | |
And dream of being somewhere else | |
So boy, next time you are in town | |
Just ring the bell and I' ll let you in | |
I don' t think you' re going to need directions | |
Just ask for the house where we all live |