歌曲 | Holden Oversoul |
歌手 | Widespread Panic |
专辑 | Peabody Opera House, St. Louis, MO |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Widespread Panic | |
The screen door to the farmer's porch | |
To the back porch, to the backlands | |
It's never left closed | |
A new air pushed a full wind | |
That brought worlds on through | |
That only he could know | |
As the last of November passed | |
With his new life, with his new wife | |
She said she was feeling a little cold | |
The ghost of a clown just danced in and | |
Did a few tricks and danced out again | |
Warming a farmer's soul | |
Summer was all there was | |
We were working, breathing heat | |
Terror rising out of control | |
Through that door came a breeze | |
Wrapped on through our heads and around our spines | |
Cooling off the burning floor | |
The morning's breaking woke us long enough | |
We were sure we could see | |
The whole of some older birds | |
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves | |
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves | |
One last time | |
One last time | |
To feed |
zuo ci : Widespread Panic | |
The screen door to the farmer' s porch | |
To the back porch, to the backlands | |
It' s never left closed | |
A new air pushed a full wind | |
That brought worlds on through | |
That only he could know | |
As the last of November passed | |
With his new life, with his new wife | |
She said she was feeling a little cold | |
The ghost of a clown just danced in and | |
Did a few tricks and danced out again | |
Warming a farmer' s soul | |
Summer was all there was | |
We were working, breathing heat | |
Terror rising out of control | |
Through that door came a breeze | |
Wrapped on through our heads and around our spines | |
Cooling off the burning floor | |
The morning' s breaking woke us long enough | |
We were sure we could see | |
The whole of some older birds | |
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves | |
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves | |
One last time | |
One last time | |
To feed |
zuò cí : Widespread Panic | |
The screen door to the farmer' s porch | |
To the back porch, to the backlands | |
It' s never left closed | |
A new air pushed a full wind | |
That brought worlds on through | |
That only he could know | |
As the last of November passed | |
With his new life, with his new wife | |
She said she was feeling a little cold | |
The ghost of a clown just danced in and | |
Did a few tricks and danced out again | |
Warming a farmer' s soul | |
Summer was all there was | |
We were working, breathing heat | |
Terror rising out of control | |
Through that door came a breeze | |
Wrapped on through our heads and around our spines | |
Cooling off the burning floor | |
The morning' s breaking woke us long enough | |
We were sure we could see | |
The whole of some older birds | |
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves | |
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves | |
One last time | |
One last time | |
To feed |