歌曲 | Reflections On A Broken Mirror |
歌手 | Chris Robinson Brotherhood |
专辑 | 2012/12/16 San Francisco, CA |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
Well I ain't no modern masterpiece | |
A new surrealist movement in the key of G | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well, my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
Well, she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
Yeah, but we’re both victims of gravity | |
She shall never fly away from me | |
Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest | |
Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best | |
So won't you look inside my Chinese box | |
Where you hold the key to every lock | |
It’s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
Yeah, but once you start you can never stop | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest | |
Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best | |
A vagabond child has come back home | |
A walk through the clouds in a sky the color of stone | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh |
Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
Well I ain' t no modern masterpiece | |
A new surrealist movement in the key of G | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well, my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
Well, she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
Yeah, but we' re both victims of gravity | |
She shall never fly away from me | |
Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best | |
So won' t you look inside my Chinese box | |
Where you hold the key to every lock | |
It' s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
Yeah, but once you start you can never stop | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best | |
A vagabond child has come back home | |
A walk through the clouds in a sky the color of stone | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh |
Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
Well I ain' t no modern masterpiece | |
A new surrealist movement in the key of G | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well, my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
Well, she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
Yeah, but we' re both victims of gravity | |
She shall never fly away from me | |
Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best | |
So won' t you look inside my Chinese box | |
Where you hold the key to every lock | |
It' s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
Yeah, but once you start you can never stop | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
Sometimes a broken mirror reflects back the best | |
A vagabond child has come back home | |
A walk through the clouds in a sky the color of stone | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Ooh ooh ooh oooh |