Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander 歌词
| 歌曲 | Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander |
| 歌手 | Over the Rhine |
| 专辑 | Eve |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
| You are a gardener | |
| You cultivate my soul | |
| You water thirsty vines | |
| That snake along my spine | |
| In case I forget to shiver | |
| You are a carpenter | |
| You build the scaffolding | |
| Replace the windowpane | |
| I see the sky again | |
| As if I've been delivered | |
| You are a fisherman | |
| My weather lets you know | |
| When and when not to wait | |
| Your hook's inside the bait | |
| I'm wary but I swallow | |
| You are a messenger | |
| You bring me all the news | |
| The kind that never lies | |
| It's written in my eyes | |
| You beckon and it follows | |
| I get to be guilty | |
| You are a singer too | |
| Carry me like a tune | |
| I'm like a newborn child | |
| I'm wrapped up for a while | |
| You're swaying like a hobo | |
| You are a circus clown | |
| I've never laughed before | |
| Beneath your canopy | |
| Oh say a prayer for me | |
| I want this in a photo | |
| So be a photographer | |
| I'm dancing naked now | |
| Across the maple floor | |
| Above the lion's roar | |
| Your pictures will protect me | |
| You must be a scientist by now | |
| With rumpled midnight hair | |
| You've studied every pore | |
| And every follicle | |
| Of my bewildered body | |
| I get to be guilty | |
| Yours is a different light | |
| I like my face that way | |
| The canvas of my skin | |
| Serene and strange but true |
| zuo ci : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
| You are a gardener | |
| You cultivate my soul | |
| You water thirsty vines | |
| That snake along my spine | |
| In case I forget to shiver | |
| You are a carpenter | |
| You build the scaffolding | |
| Replace the windowpane | |
| I see the sky again | |
| As if I' ve been delivered | |
| You are a fisherman | |
| My weather lets you know | |
| When and when not to wait | |
| Your hook' s inside the bait | |
| I' m wary but I swallow | |
| You are a messenger | |
| You bring me all the news | |
| The kind that never lies | |
| It' s written in my eyes | |
| You beckon and it follows | |
| I get to be guilty | |
| You are a singer too | |
| Carry me like a tune | |
| I' m like a newborn child | |
| I' m wrapped up for a while | |
| You' re swaying like a hobo | |
| You are a circus clown | |
| I' ve never laughed before | |
| Beneath your canopy | |
| Oh say a prayer for me | |
| I want this in a photo | |
| So be a photographer | |
| I' m dancing naked now | |
| Across the maple floor | |
| Above the lion' s roar | |
| Your pictures will protect me | |
| You must be a scientist by now | |
| With rumpled midnight hair | |
| You' ve studied every pore | |
| And every follicle | |
| Of my bewildered body | |
| I get to be guilty | |
| Yours is a different light | |
| I like my face that way | |
| The canvas of my skin | |
| Serene and strange but true |
| zuò cí : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
| You are a gardener | |
| You cultivate my soul | |
| You water thirsty vines | |
| That snake along my spine | |
| In case I forget to shiver | |
| You are a carpenter | |
| You build the scaffolding | |
| Replace the windowpane | |
| I see the sky again | |
| As if I' ve been delivered | |
| You are a fisherman | |
| My weather lets you know | |
| When and when not to wait | |
| Your hook' s inside the bait | |
| I' m wary but I swallow | |
| You are a messenger | |
| You bring me all the news | |
| The kind that never lies | |
| It' s written in my eyes | |
| You beckon and it follows | |
| I get to be guilty | |
| You are a singer too | |
| Carry me like a tune | |
| I' m like a newborn child | |
| I' m wrapped up for a while | |
| You' re swaying like a hobo | |
| You are a circus clown | |
| I' ve never laughed before | |
| Beneath your canopy | |
| Oh say a prayer for me | |
| I want this in a photo | |
| So be a photographer | |
| I' m dancing naked now | |
| Across the maple floor | |
| Above the lion' s roar | |
| Your pictures will protect me | |
| You must be a scientist by now | |
| With rumpled midnight hair | |
| You' ve studied every pore | |
| And every follicle | |
| Of my bewildered body | |
| I get to be guilty | |
| Yours is a different light | |
| I like my face that way | |
| The canvas of my skin | |
| Serene and strange but true |
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