歌曲 | Sand Dollars |
歌手 | 311 |
专辑 | 2014/07/05 St. Louis, MO |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’ve been humming a high note | |
maybe something that I wrote | |
out sailing in my boat | |
I’m not really sure | |
I’m still singing the same tune | |
I’ve been kicking around since June | |
all morning and afternoon | |
now it’s all a blur | |
I’ve been listening to sea shells | |
to hear the stories that they tell | |
of high times and tide swells | |
that have yet to occur | |
Backsliding down the drain | |
partially taking all the blame | |
Chasing coins to fill the purse | |
is it really better or for worse | |
is it a blessing or a curse | |
to pass the buck | |
Is it a bounty or a bust | |
is it precious metal or just rust | |
well it seems it’s up to us | |
so wish us luck | |
I kept making a U-turn | |
ended up with a sunburn | |
but the lesson that I learned | |
was worth the skin that peeled | |
I climbed so many mountains | |
it’s not even worth counting | |
all the drinks in the fountain | |
before it was revealed | |
From the copper to the kettle | |
the stamen to the petal | |
we watch the value of sand dollars crumble |
I' ve been humming a high note | |
maybe something that I wrote | |
out sailing in my boat | |
I' m not really sure | |
I' m still singing the same tune | |
I' ve been kicking around since June | |
all morning and afternoon | |
now it' s all a blur | |
I' ve been listening to sea shells | |
to hear the stories that they tell | |
of high times and tide swells | |
that have yet to occur | |
Backsliding down the drain | |
partially taking all the blame | |
Chasing coins to fill the purse | |
is it really better or for worse | |
is it a blessing or a curse | |
to pass the buck | |
Is it a bounty or a bust | |
is it precious metal or just rust | |
well it seems it' s up to us | |
so wish us luck | |
I kept making a Uturn | |
ended up with a sunburn | |
but the lesson that I learned | |
was worth the skin that peeled | |
I climbed so many mountains | |
it' s not even worth counting | |
all the drinks in the fountain | |
before it was revealed | |
From the copper to the kettle | |
the stamen to the petal | |
we watch the value of sand dollars crumble |
I' ve been humming a high note | |
maybe something that I wrote | |
out sailing in my boat | |
I' m not really sure | |
I' m still singing the same tune | |
I' ve been kicking around since June | |
all morning and afternoon | |
now it' s all a blur | |
I' ve been listening to sea shells | |
to hear the stories that they tell | |
of high times and tide swells | |
that have yet to occur | |
Backsliding down the drain | |
partially taking all the blame | |
Chasing coins to fill the purse | |
is it really better or for worse | |
is it a blessing or a curse | |
to pass the buck | |
Is it a bounty or a bust | |
is it precious metal or just rust | |
well it seems it' s up to us | |
so wish us luck | |
I kept making a Uturn | |
ended up with a sunburn | |
but the lesson that I learned | |
was worth the skin that peeled | |
I climbed so many mountains | |
it' s not even worth counting | |
all the drinks in the fountain | |
before it was revealed | |
From the copper to the kettle | |
the stamen to the petal | |
we watch the value of sand dollars crumble |