歌曲 | Talking In Your Sleep |
歌手 | Tony Dekker |
专辑 | Prayer Of The Woods |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I heard you talking in your sleep again last night | |
Wayward waves from your tired mouth | |
I heard you dreaming out loud again last night | |
A sparrow stealing and maneuvering | |
Only ever moving | |
Through that doorway unannounced | |
Like before, but with wilder dogs | |
Fumbling with long distance short wave radios | |
An empty cup with a bear in tow | |
A sign of the cross, a hunter’s bow | |
And I’m the sharp, feathered arrow | |
You pull me close, and then let go | |
And all of those organs play out | |
One by one, ils disent, ‘bonne nuit’ | |
Slight whispers in the giant bellows sighing | |
‘Uh-huh, I’m only a lung’ | |
Some nights are better than others though | |
And some nights you never know | |
You really got me with that one, though | |
Your sleepy hinges swinging, a cat’s paw | |
An empty cup with a bear in tow | |
A sign of the cross, a hunter’s bow | |
And I’m the sharp, feathered arrow | |
You pull me close, and then let go |
I heard you talking in your sleep again last night | |
Wayward waves from your tired mouth | |
I heard you dreaming out loud again last night | |
A sparrow stealing and maneuvering | |
Only ever moving | |
Through that doorway unannounced | |
Like before, but with wilder dogs | |
Fumbling with long distance short wave radios | |
An empty cup with a bear in tow | |
A sign of the cross, a hunter' s bow | |
And I' m the sharp, feathered arrow | |
You pull me close, and then let go | |
And all of those organs play out | |
One by one, ils disent, ' bonne nuit' | |
Slight whispers in the giant bellows sighing | |
' Uhhuh, I' m only a lung' | |
Some nights are better than others though | |
And some nights you never know | |
You really got me with that one, though | |
Your sleepy hinges swinging, a cat' s paw | |
An empty cup with a bear in tow | |
A sign of the cross, a hunter' s bow | |
And I' m the sharp, feathered arrow | |
You pull me close, and then let go |
I heard you talking in your sleep again last night | |
Wayward waves from your tired mouth | |
I heard you dreaming out loud again last night | |
A sparrow stealing and maneuvering | |
Only ever moving | |
Through that doorway unannounced | |
Like before, but with wilder dogs | |
Fumbling with long distance short wave radios | |
An empty cup with a bear in tow | |
A sign of the cross, a hunter' s bow | |
And I' m the sharp, feathered arrow | |
You pull me close, and then let go | |
And all of those organs play out | |
One by one, ils disent, ' bonne nuit' | |
Slight whispers in the giant bellows sighing | |
' Uhhuh, I' m only a lung' | |
Some nights are better than others though | |
And some nights you never know | |
You really got me with that one, though | |
Your sleepy hinges swinging, a cat' s paw | |
An empty cup with a bear in tow | |
A sign of the cross, a hunter' s bow | |
And I' m the sharp, feathered arrow | |
You pull me close, and then let go |