歌曲 | Silver Jet |
歌手 | The Tragically Hip |
专辑 | 2004-07-01 Molson Amphiteater, Toronto |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight | |
Just the, I need you and here's whys | |
Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there's a heron outside | |
Inviolate light, there's an urge to go | |
A shadow, a heightened air of peril | |
Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
I think, to myself "I don't really know my heart†| |
And as you whisper 'me too' | |
Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne | |
All everglade and gray sheers | |
Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off | |
All the way to Cape Spear | |
It's quiet again when a car like Big Ben | |
Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans | |
Let us now praise famous men | |
To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and | |
Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too | |
As if the wolves of North humberland themselves | |
Were rumored to be en route, | |
Silver jet, way overhead | |
Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
With your I need you and here's why, flying to the next part | |
Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
I'm thinking, to myself, 'packing is a secret heart' | |
And as you whisper, 'me too' | |
Silver jet roars overhead | |
Silver jet, flying to the next part | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
Silver jet, a satellite, a green star | |
Silver jet, way overhead | |
Silver jet, everglade gray sheers | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |
There' s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight | |
Just the, I need you and here' s whys | |
Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there' s a heron outside | |
Inviolate light, there' s an urge to go | |
A shadow, a heightened air of peril | |
Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
I think, to myself " I don' t really know my heart | |
And as you whisper ' me too' | |
Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne | |
All everglade and gray sheers | |
Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off | |
All the way to Cape Spear | |
It' s quiet again when a car like Big Ben | |
Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans | |
Let us now praise famous men | |
To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and | |
Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too | |
As if the wolves of North humberland themselves | |
Were rumored to be en route, | |
Silver jet, way overhead | |
Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
With your I need you and here' s why, flying to the next part | |
Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
I' m thinking, to myself, ' packing is a secret heart' | |
And as you whisper, ' me too' | |
Silver jet roars overhead | |
Silver jet, flying to the next part | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
Silver jet, a satellite, a green star | |
Silver jet, way overhead | |
Silver jet, everglade gray sheers | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |
There' s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight | |
Just the, I need you and here' s whys | |
Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there' s a heron outside | |
Inviolate light, there' s an urge to go | |
A shadow, a heightened air of peril | |
Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
I think, to myself " I don' t really know my heart | |
And as you whisper ' me too' | |
Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne | |
All everglade and gray sheers | |
Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off | |
All the way to Cape Spear | |
It' s quiet again when a car like Big Ben | |
Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans | |
Let us now praise famous men | |
To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and | |
Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too | |
As if the wolves of North humberland themselves | |
Were rumored to be en route, | |
Silver jet, way overhead | |
Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
With your I need you and here' s why, flying to the next part | |
Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too | |
I' m thinking, to myself, ' packing is a secret heart' | |
And as you whisper, ' me too' | |
Silver jet roars overhead | |
Silver jet, flying to the next part | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
Silver jet, a satellite, a green star | |
Silver jet, way overhead | |
Silver jet, everglade gray sheers | |
Silver jet, so far off already | |
Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |