歌曲 | Called Home |
歌手 | Over the Rhine |
专辑 | Meet Me At The Edge Of The World |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Just shy of Breakin’ Down | |
There’s a bend in the road that I have found | |
Called home | |
Take a left at loneliness | |
There’s a place to find forgiveness | |
Called home | |
With clouds adrift across the sky | |
Like heaven’s laundry hung to dry | |
You slowly feel it all will be revealed | |
Where evening shadows come to fall | |
On the awful and the beautiful | |
Every wound you feel that needs to heal | |
And silence yearns to hear herself | |
Some long lost memory rings a bell | |
Called home | |
Old pre-Civil War brick house | |
Standin’ tall and straight somehow | |
Called home | |
Mailbox full of weariness | |
And a word of hard won happiness | |
Called home | |
Leave behind your Sunday best | |
You know we couldn’t care a less | |
Out here we’ve learned to leave the edges wild | |
And stories they get passed around | |
And laughter – it gets handed down | |
Read it in the lines around a smile | |
Our bodies’ motion comes to rest | |
When we are at last | |
Called home |
Just shy of Breakin' Down | |
There' s a bend in the road that I have found | |
Called home | |
Take a left at loneliness | |
There' s a place to find forgiveness | |
Called home | |
With clouds adrift across the sky | |
Like heaven' s laundry hung to dry | |
You slowly feel it all will be revealed | |
Where evening shadows come to fall | |
On the awful and the beautiful | |
Every wound you feel that needs to heal | |
And silence yearns to hear herself | |
Some long lost memory rings a bell | |
Called home | |
Old preCivil War brick house | |
Standin' tall and straight somehow | |
Called home | |
Mailbox full of weariness | |
And a word of hard won happiness | |
Called home | |
Leave behind your Sunday best | |
You know we couldn' t care a less | |
Out here we' ve learned to leave the edges wild | |
And stories they get passed around | |
And laughter it gets handed down | |
Read it in the lines around a smile | |
Our bodies' motion comes to rest | |
When we are at last | |
Called home |
Just shy of Breakin' Down | |
There' s a bend in the road that I have found | |
Called home | |
Take a left at loneliness | |
There' s a place to find forgiveness | |
Called home | |
With clouds adrift across the sky | |
Like heaven' s laundry hung to dry | |
You slowly feel it all will be revealed | |
Where evening shadows come to fall | |
On the awful and the beautiful | |
Every wound you feel that needs to heal | |
And silence yearns to hear herself | |
Some long lost memory rings a bell | |
Called home | |
Old preCivil War brick house | |
Standin' tall and straight somehow | |
Called home | |
Mailbox full of weariness | |
And a word of hard won happiness | |
Called home | |
Leave behind your Sunday best | |
You know we couldn' t care a less | |
Out here we' ve learned to leave the edges wild | |
And stories they get passed around | |
And laughter it gets handed down | |
Read it in the lines around a smile | |
Our bodies' motion comes to rest | |
When we are at last | |
Called home |