歌曲 | Reflections On A Broken Mirror |
歌手 | Chris Robinson Brotherhood |
专辑 | 2014-04-18 Winston Salem, NC |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
Well I aint no modern masterpiece | |
New surrealist movement in the key of G | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well my baby loves me like an auto-harp | |
You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
We’re both victims of gravity | |
She’ll 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 | |
Well look inside my Chinese box | |
You have the key to every lock | |
It’s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
Well once you stop you can never stop | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
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 |
Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
Well I aint no modern masterpiece | |
New surrealist movement in the key of G | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
We' re both victims of gravity | |
She' ll 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 | |
Well look inside my Chinese box | |
You have the key to every lock | |
It' s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
Well once you stop you can never stop | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
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 |
Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
Well I aint no modern masterpiece | |
New surrealist movement in the key of G | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
Well my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
We' re both victims of gravity | |
She' ll 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 | |
Well look inside my Chinese box | |
You have the key to every lock | |
It' s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
Well once you stop you can never stop | |
Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
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 |