歌曲 | Red Violins |
歌手 | The Gaslight Anthem |
专辑 | Get Hurt (Deluxe Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
There is no use to holler, no use to cry. | |
Twenty pounds of curses came to visit me tonight. | |
Salt for all the cuts, blankets for the cold. | |
Prayers to keep the devil far away from those I love. | |
And there were red violins, playing in my dreams. | |
One for me and two for me, and one at Jesus' feet. | |
And one I only reach to for sympathy. | |
And if you want it, then you want it. | |
For when you're falling on your knees. | |
I seen you howling now, you water at the mouth. | |
I seen you fawn and faint in need. | |
Are there red violins playing you sleep? | |
Chariot swing low, if you come for me. | |
Ain't it now, the strangest sound we call on for relief? | |
Look at the all these people clapping steady to the beat, | |
Of the ambulances on their way to me… | |
So if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
Everybody pays the price to feed. | |
And since you're howling now, you're foaming at the mouth | |
And since you're struck right off your feet. | |
I'll play red violins… | |
And you are now of my existence, | |
You're part of that which still remains. | |
And you're lingering like fingered strings, | |
I seem to call on to feel the pain. | |
On red violins… on red violins. | |
And if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
Can't you see me crawling at your feet? | |
You see me howling now, I'm foaming at the mouth. | |
Come on and grieve for my disease… | |
And there were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
There were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins playing in my dreams. |
There is no use to holler, no use to cry. | |
Twenty pounds of curses came to visit me tonight. | |
Salt for all the cuts, blankets for the cold. | |
Prayers to keep the devil far away from those I love. | |
And there were red violins, playing in my dreams. | |
One for me and two for me, and one at Jesus' feet. | |
And one I only reach to for sympathy. | |
And if you want it, then you want it. | |
For when you' re falling on your knees. | |
I seen you howling now, you water at the mouth. | |
I seen you fawn and faint in need. | |
Are there red violins playing you sleep? | |
Chariot swing low, if you come for me. | |
Ain' t it now, the strangest sound we call on for relief? | |
Look at the all these people clapping steady to the beat, | |
Of the ambulances on their way to me | |
So if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
Everybody pays the price to feed. | |
And since you' re howling now, you' re foaming at the mouth | |
And since you' re struck right off your feet. | |
I' ll play red violins | |
And you are now of my existence, | |
You' re part of that which still remains. | |
And you' re lingering like fingered strings, | |
I seem to call on to feel the pain. | |
On red violins on red violins. | |
And if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
Can' t you see me crawling at your feet? | |
You see me howling now, I' m foaming at the mouth. | |
Come on and grieve for my disease | |
And there were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
There were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins playing in my dreams. |
There is no use to holler, no use to cry. | |
Twenty pounds of curses came to visit me tonight. | |
Salt for all the cuts, blankets for the cold. | |
Prayers to keep the devil far away from those I love. | |
And there were red violins, playing in my dreams. | |
One for me and two for me, and one at Jesus' feet. | |
And one I only reach to for sympathy. | |
And if you want it, then you want it. | |
For when you' re falling on your knees. | |
I seen you howling now, you water at the mouth. | |
I seen you fawn and faint in need. | |
Are there red violins playing you sleep? | |
Chariot swing low, if you come for me. | |
Ain' t it now, the strangest sound we call on for relief? | |
Look at the all these people clapping steady to the beat, | |
Of the ambulances on their way to me | |
So if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
Everybody pays the price to feed. | |
And since you' re howling now, you' re foaming at the mouth | |
And since you' re struck right off your feet. | |
I' ll play red violins | |
And you are now of my existence, | |
You' re part of that which still remains. | |
And you' re lingering like fingered strings, | |
I seem to call on to feel the pain. | |
On red violins on red violins. | |
And if you wanna, then you wanna. | |
Can' t you see me crawling at your feet? | |
You see me howling now, I' m foaming at the mouth. | |
Come on and grieve for my disease | |
And there were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
There were red violins playing in my dreams. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins. | |
There were red violins playing in my dreams. |