Blanket Of Sorrow 歌词

	作曲 : Ringenberg
	BLANKET OF SORROW
	Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.
	Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.
	But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.
	You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	Well, now daylight is here, the morning is come
	but a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.
	Night isn't over, it's still dark outside.
	Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
	but nothing will come of this pain.
	I'm sorry, they told me, it's been felt before
	and probably will be again.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	- Jason Ringenberg

	zuo qu : Ringenberg
	BLANKET OF SORROW
	Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.
	Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.
	But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.
	You call me ' my darling' and I call you ' Indian giver'.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart' s in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you' re led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	Well, now daylight is here, the morning is come
	but a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.
	Night isn' t over, it' s still dark outside.
	Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart' s in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you' re led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
	but nothing will come of this pain.
	I' m sorry, they told me, it' s been felt before
	and probably will be again.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart' s in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you' re led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	Jason Ringenberg

	zuò qǔ : Ringenberg
	BLANKET OF SORROW
	Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.
	Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.
	But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.
	You call me ' my darling' and I call you ' Indian giver'.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart' s in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you' re led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	Well, now daylight is here, the morning is come
	but a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun.
	Night isn' t over, it' s still dark outside.
	Black blanket death now is nowhere to hide.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart' s in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you' re led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
	but nothing will come of this pain.
	I' m sorry, they told me, it' s been felt before
	and probably will be again.
	With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
	Four walls are a prison when your heart' s in your head.
	Your soul is an icebox when you go where you' re led.
	With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed.
	Jason Ringenberg

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