Bottom of the Sea Blues 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bottom of the Sea Blues |
| 歌手 | Johnny Flynn |
| 专辑 | Country Mile |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I'll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| There's a space in the heavens | |
| There's a hole in my heart | |
| There's a lack of fine dining gone to work on my art | |
| There's a flavour of fullness | |
| There's an empty retreat | |
| And the restaurant buffet is an all I can eat | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I'll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Hard work to get up | |
| Too quick to get down | |
| While love, food, and money | |
| Do all the trade in this town | |
| With eyes looking hollow | |
| And my bones are still white | |
| I haven't the patience to stay out tonight | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I'll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Stuck with thoughts of the buttercups | |
| And the bees that do naught | |
| But suck on the yellow as nature has taught | |
| I'll suck on the colors that I find in the sea | |
| The blues and the greens, they don't bother me | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I'll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| My soul is with the trees | |
| It's in the sap that fills the wood | |
| It's in the rings that tell her age | |
| It's in the smoke that marks the day | |
| It's in the fire in my heart | |
| It's in the embers in the soot | |
| It's in the place I put the ash | |
| It's in the soil it’s in the grass | |
| It's in the miles of all the herd | |
| It's in the beetles and the birds | |
| It's in the feathers that I found one morning lying on the ground | |
| It's hallelujah and oh | |
| It's where I’ve been and where I go | |
| It's with the people that I meet | |
| It's kneeling silent at their feet | |
| It's ever dutifully yours, it stems my pride | |
| It opens doors | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I'll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Colors at dawn swallow me, colors at night set me free |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| There' s a space in the heavens | |
| There' s a hole in my heart | |
| There' s a lack of fine dining gone to work on my art | |
| There' s a flavour of fullness | |
| There' s an empty retreat | |
| And the restaurant buffet is an all I can eat | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Hard work to get up | |
| Too quick to get down | |
| While love, food, and money | |
| Do all the trade in this town | |
| With eyes looking hollow | |
| And my bones are still white | |
| I haven' t the patience to stay out tonight | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Stuck with thoughts of the buttercups | |
| And the bees that do naught | |
| But suck on the yellow as nature has taught | |
| I' ll suck on the colors that I find in the sea | |
| The blues and the greens, they don' t bother me | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| My soul is with the trees | |
| It' s in the sap that fills the wood | |
| It' s in the rings that tell her age | |
| It' s in the smoke that marks the day | |
| It' s in the fire in my heart | |
| It' s in the embers in the soot | |
| It' s in the place I put the ash | |
| It' s in the soil it s in the grass | |
| It' s in the miles of all the herd | |
| It' s in the beetles and the birds | |
| It' s in the feathers that I found one morning lying on the ground | |
| It' s hallelujah and oh | |
| It' s where I ve been and where I go | |
| It' s with the people that I meet | |
| It' s kneeling silent at their feet | |
| It' s ever dutifully yours, it stems my pride | |
| It opens doors | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Colors at dawn swallow me, colors at night set me free |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| There' s a space in the heavens | |
| There' s a hole in my heart | |
| There' s a lack of fine dining gone to work on my art | |
| There' s a flavour of fullness | |
| There' s an empty retreat | |
| And the restaurant buffet is an all I can eat | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Hard work to get up | |
| Too quick to get down | |
| While love, food, and money | |
| Do all the trade in this town | |
| With eyes looking hollow | |
| And my bones are still white | |
| I haven' t the patience to stay out tonight | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Stuck with thoughts of the buttercups | |
| And the bees that do naught | |
| But suck on the yellow as nature has taught | |
| I' ll suck on the colors that I find in the sea | |
| The blues and the greens, they don' t bother me | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| My soul is with the trees | |
| It' s in the sap that fills the wood | |
| It' s in the rings that tell her age | |
| It' s in the smoke that marks the day | |
| It' s in the fire in my heart | |
| It' s in the embers in the soot | |
| It' s in the place I put the ash | |
| It' s in the soil it s in the grass | |
| It' s in the miles of all the herd | |
| It' s in the beetles and the birds | |
| It' s in the feathers that I found one morning lying on the ground | |
| It' s hallelujah and oh | |
| It' s where I ve been and where I go | |
| It' s with the people that I meet | |
| It' s kneeling silent at their feet | |
| It' s ever dutifully yours, it stems my pride | |
| It opens doors | |
| My age is my condition | |
| My love is my intent | |
| I' ll paint time with ageless love | |
| Or forget what came and went | |
| For a well full of content | |
| Colors at dawn swallow me, colors at night set me free |
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