歌曲 | Wrapped In Grey |
歌手 | XTC |
专辑 | Fossil Fuel: The XTC Singles Collection 1977 - 1992 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Partridge | |
Some folks see the world as a stone | |
Concrete daubed in dull monotone | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
And others, the canvas we're dealt | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
How coloured the flowers all smelled | |
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer | |
They told me this, as I knelt there | |
Awaken you dreamers | |
Adrift in your beds | |
Balloons and streamers | |
Decorate the inside of your heads | |
Please let some out | |
Do it today | |
But don't let the loveless ones sell you | |
A world wrapped in grey | |
Some folks pull this life like a weight | |
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
And others, the canvas we're dealt | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
Just think how the old masters felt, they call... | |
Awaken you dreamers | |
Asleep at your desks | |
Parrots and lemurs | |
Populate your unconscious grotesques | |
Please let some out | |
Do it today | |
Don't let the loveless ones sell you | |
A world wrapped in grey | |
And in the very least you can | |
Stand up naked and | |
Grin |
zuo ci : Partridge | |
Some folks see the world as a stone | |
Concrete daubed in dull monotone | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
And others, the canvas we' re dealt | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
How coloured the flowers all smelled | |
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer | |
They told me this, as I knelt there | |
Awaken you dreamers | |
Adrift in your beds | |
Balloons and streamers | |
Decorate the inside of your heads | |
Please let some out | |
Do it today | |
But don' t let the loveless ones sell you | |
A world wrapped in grey | |
Some folks pull this life like a weight | |
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
And others, the canvas we' re dealt | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
Just think how the old masters felt, they call... | |
Awaken you dreamers | |
Asleep at your desks | |
Parrots and lemurs | |
Populate your unconscious grotesques | |
Please let some out | |
Do it today | |
Don' t let the loveless ones sell you | |
A world wrapped in grey | |
And in the very least you can | |
Stand up naked and | |
Grin |
zuò cí : Partridge | |
Some folks see the world as a stone | |
Concrete daubed in dull monotone | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
And others, the canvas we' re dealt | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
How coloured the flowers all smelled | |
As they huddled there, in petalled prayer | |
They told me this, as I knelt there | |
Awaken you dreamers | |
Adrift in your beds | |
Balloons and streamers | |
Decorate the inside of your heads | |
Please let some out | |
Do it today | |
But don' t let the loveless ones sell you | |
A world wrapped in grey | |
Some folks pull this life like a weight | |
Drab and dragging dreams made of slate | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
And others, the canvas we' re dealt | |
Your heart is the big box of paints | |
Just think how the old masters felt, they call... | |
Awaken you dreamers | |
Asleep at your desks | |
Parrots and lemurs | |
Populate your unconscious grotesques | |
Please let some out | |
Do it today | |
Don' t let the loveless ones sell you | |
A world wrapped in grey | |
And in the very least you can | |
Stand up naked and | |
Grin |