歌曲 | World Of Strange Design |
歌手 | Rosanne Cash |
专辑 | The River & The Thread |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(Verse) | |
Well you’re not from around here | |
You’re probably not our kind | |
It’s hot from March to Christmas | |
And other things you’ll find | |
(Verse) | |
Won’t fit your old ideas | |
Their line is shifting sands, | |
You walk across a ghostly bridge | |
To a crumbling promise land | |
(Chorus) | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
I guess I’ll start at the beginning | |
The world of strange design | |
(Verse) | |
Well I’d like to have the ocean | |
But I’d settle for the rain | |
Humbly as for true love | |
There was such a price to pay | |
(Verse) | |
This room was filled with trouble | |
And sacraments deceived | |
And I’m with you, we’re in the shade | |
Of his weeping willow tree | |
(Chorus) | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
I’ll have to go back to the beginning | |
In this world of strange design | |
(Verse) | |
We talk about your drinking | |
But not about your thirst | |
You set off through the mine field | |
Like you were round in first | |
(Verse) | |
So open up their window | |
And hand the baby through | |
Point up towards the ghostly bridge | |
And she’ll know what to do | |
(Chorus) | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
They’ll have to go back to the beginning | |
In this world of strange design |
Verse | |
Well you' re not from around here | |
You' re probably not our kind | |
It' s hot from March to Christmas | |
And other things you' ll find | |
Verse | |
Won' t fit your old ideas | |
Their line is shifting sands, | |
You walk across a ghostly bridge | |
To a crumbling promise land | |
Chorus | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
I guess I' ll start at the beginning | |
The world of strange design | |
Verse | |
Well I' d like to have the ocean | |
But I' d settle for the rain | |
Humbly as for true love | |
There was such a price to pay | |
Verse | |
This room was filled with trouble | |
And sacraments deceived | |
And I' m with you, we' re in the shade | |
Of his weeping willow tree | |
Chorus | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
I' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
In this world of strange design | |
Verse | |
We talk about your drinking | |
But not about your thirst | |
You set off through the mine field | |
Like you were round in first | |
Verse | |
So open up their window | |
And hand the baby through | |
Point up towards the ghostly bridge | |
And she' ll know what to do | |
Chorus | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
They' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
In this world of strange design |
Verse | |
Well you' re not from around here | |
You' re probably not our kind | |
It' s hot from March to Christmas | |
And other things you' ll find | |
Verse | |
Won' t fit your old ideas | |
Their line is shifting sands, | |
You walk across a ghostly bridge | |
To a crumbling promise land | |
Chorus | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
I guess I' ll start at the beginning | |
The world of strange design | |
Verse | |
Well I' d like to have the ocean | |
But I' d settle for the rain | |
Humbly as for true love | |
There was such a price to pay | |
Verse | |
This room was filled with trouble | |
And sacraments deceived | |
And I' m with you, we' re in the shade | |
Of his weeping willow tree | |
Chorus | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
I' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
In this world of strange design | |
Verse | |
We talk about your drinking | |
But not about your thirst | |
You set off through the mine field | |
Like you were round in first | |
Verse | |
So open up their window | |
And hand the baby through | |
Point up towards the ghostly bridge | |
And she' ll know what to do | |
Chorus | |
If Jesus came from Mississippi | |
If tears began to rise | |
They' ll have to go back to the beginning | |
In this world of strange design |