Porch Songs 歌词
| 歌曲 | Porch Songs |
| 歌手 | Chris Pureka |
| 专辑 | Driving North |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pureka | |
| We sang porch songs like we were rock stars | |
| We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last | |
| Then it was back in the car | |
| The coast to the cornfields | |
| Maybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselves | |
| Rest stop coffee, yeah postcards back home | |
| Back seat scenes of strange towns | |
| Keep driving on, driving on | |
| In the middle of the night, we took a wrong turn | |
| Ended up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earth | |
| Oh the scattered light, a photograph in mind | |
| Of a summer day, squinting at the sun | |
| It's a warm stone, that I carry along | |
| You know I, you know that I | |
| I've been saving quarters, for the toll roads | |
| We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow | |
| Put me on a porch swing out in Portland | |
| Put me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklyn | |
| Well we closed the bars, like we were cowboys | |
| And then we wrote our names in the dirt by the side of the road | |
| And October came and the winter drew near | |
| With the cold fingers digging in under the ribs | |
| But we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leaves | |
| And we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of wood-smoke | |
| Oh the scattered light, a photograph in mind | |
| Of a summer day, squinting at the sun | |
| It's a warm stone, that I carry along | |
| You know I, you know that I | |
| I've been saving quarters, for the toll roads | |
| We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow | |
| Put me on a porch swing out in Portland | |
| Put me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklyn | |
| We sang porch songs like we were rock stars | |
| We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last |
| zuo qu : Pureka | |
| We sang porch songs like we were rock stars | |
| We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last | |
| Then it was back in the car | |
| The coast to the cornfields | |
| Maybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselves | |
| Rest stop coffee, yeah postcards back home | |
| Back seat scenes of strange towns | |
| Keep driving on, driving on | |
| In the middle of the night, we took a wrong turn | |
| Ended up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earth | |
| Oh the scattered light, a photograph in mind | |
| Of a summer day, squinting at the sun | |
| It' s a warm stone, that I carry along | |
| You know I, you know that I | |
| I' ve been saving quarters, for the toll roads | |
| We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow | |
| Put me on a porch swing out in Portland | |
| Put me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklyn | |
| Well we closed the bars, like we were cowboys | |
| And then we wrote our names in the dirt by the side of the road | |
| And October came and the winter drew near | |
| With the cold fingers digging in under the ribs | |
| But we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leaves | |
| And we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of woodsmoke | |
| Oh the scattered light, a photograph in mind | |
| Of a summer day, squinting at the sun | |
| It' s a warm stone, that I carry along | |
| You know I, you know that I | |
| I' ve been saving quarters, for the toll roads | |
| We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow | |
| Put me on a porch swing out in Portland | |
| Put me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklyn | |
| We sang porch songs like we were rock stars | |
| We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last |
| zuò qǔ : Pureka | |
| We sang porch songs like we were rock stars | |
| We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last | |
| Then it was back in the car | |
| The coast to the cornfields | |
| Maybe we were just looking for something else to call ourselves | |
| Rest stop coffee, yeah postcards back home | |
| Back seat scenes of strange towns | |
| Keep driving on, driving on | |
| In the middle of the night, we took a wrong turn | |
| Ended up on a mountain in the pine trees and the moonlit earth | |
| Oh the scattered light, a photograph in mind | |
| Of a summer day, squinting at the sun | |
| It' s a warm stone, that I carry along | |
| You know I, you know that I | |
| I' ve been saving quarters, for the toll roads | |
| We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow | |
| Put me on a porch swing out in Portland | |
| Put me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklyn | |
| Well we closed the bars, like we were cowboys | |
| And then we wrote our names in the dirt by the side of the road | |
| And October came and the winter drew near | |
| With the cold fingers digging in under the ribs | |
| But we were campfire girls and we were kicking up the leaves | |
| And we returned to our jobs with our clothes smelling of woodsmoke | |
| Oh the scattered light, a photograph in mind | |
| Of a summer day, squinting at the sun | |
| It' s a warm stone, that I carry along | |
| You know I, you know that I | |
| I' ve been saving quarters, for the toll roads | |
| We can pack the car tonight, we can leave town tomorrow | |
| Put me on a porch swing out in Portland | |
| Put me on an F train, roll me back into Brooklyn | |
| We sang porch songs like we were rock stars | |
| We drank cheap beer and tried to make it last |
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