歌曲 | Friday Afternoon |
歌手 | 311 |
专辑 | Stereolithic |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Friday afternoon and all the worries just float into the air | |
we’re going to our secret spot and no one else knows how to get there | |
the words just poured out of you like a melody | |
I just could not believe the things you’re telling me | |
Come closer, come closer | |
Nothing could be half so compelling | |
as you and me, our senses telling us where to go | |
you give me quite a show | |
we’re stretched out horizontal throttle down | |
upon the ground and always taking it slow | |
here we go | |
I taste the salt on your skin and then it’s really beginning | |
I got the message you’re sending | |
Go again and again ’til we’re spent | |
I hear somebody coming | |
Maybe a year went by | |
Could be two lifetimes | |
But I know it’s building up again |
Friday afternoon and all the worries just float into the air | |
we' re going to our secret spot and no one else knows how to get there | |
the words just poured out of you like a melody | |
I just could not believe the things you' re telling me | |
Come closer, come closer | |
Nothing could be half so compelling | |
as you and me, our senses telling us where to go | |
you give me quite a show | |
we' re stretched out horizontal throttle down | |
upon the ground and always taking it slow | |
here we go | |
I taste the salt on your skin and then it' s really beginning | |
I got the message you' re sending | |
Go again and again ' til we' re spent | |
I hear somebody coming | |
Maybe a year went by | |
Could be two lifetimes | |
But I know it' s building up again |
Friday afternoon and all the worries just float into the air | |
we' re going to our secret spot and no one else knows how to get there | |
the words just poured out of you like a melody | |
I just could not believe the things you' re telling me | |
Come closer, come closer | |
Nothing could be half so compelling | |
as you and me, our senses telling us where to go | |
you give me quite a show | |
we' re stretched out horizontal throttle down | |
upon the ground and always taking it slow | |
here we go | |
I taste the salt on your skin and then it' s really beginning | |
I got the message you' re sending | |
Go again and again ' til we' re spent | |
I hear somebody coming | |
Maybe a year went by | |
Could be two lifetimes | |
But I know it' s building up again |