歌曲 | Visit from the Dead Dog |
歌手 | Ed Harcourt |
专辑 | Until Tomorrow Then: The Best of Ed Harcourt |
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作曲 : Ed Harcourt | |
作词 : Ed Harcourt | |
Got a visit from a dead dog | |
He slept at the end of my bed last night | |
He could tell I was fading | |
And somehow fighting against the light | |
And every day when I open my eyes | |
I see unwanted funerals | |
Maybe I'll be buried alive | |
But I've never seen you so beautiful | |
Oh, I'm staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
I guess God has the last laugh | |
From up on high, he lets us kill | |
And his people die for their faith | |
And we call it triumph of the will | |
All the theories in my own head | |
Fragment and bump into themselves | |
I'll run instead of taking a walk | |
Instead of sixes I see twelves | |
Oh, I'm staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
Run where you've never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Run where you've never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Oh, I'm staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
Run where you've never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Run where you've never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home |
zuo qu : Ed Harcourt | |
zuo ci : Ed Harcourt | |
Got a visit from a dead dog | |
He slept at the end of my bed last night | |
He could tell I was fading | |
And somehow fighting against the light | |
And every day when I open my eyes | |
I see unwanted funerals | |
Maybe I' ll be buried alive | |
But I' ve never seen you so beautiful | |
Oh, I' m staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
I guess God has the last laugh | |
From up on high, he lets us kill | |
And his people die for their faith | |
And we call it triumph of the will | |
All the theories in my own head | |
Fragment and bump into themselves | |
I' ll run instead of taking a walk | |
Instead of sixes I see twelves | |
Oh, I' m staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Oh, I' m staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home |
zuò qǔ : Ed Harcourt | |
zuò cí : Ed Harcourt | |
Got a visit from a dead dog | |
He slept at the end of my bed last night | |
He could tell I was fading | |
And somehow fighting against the light | |
And every day when I open my eyes | |
I see unwanted funerals | |
Maybe I' ll be buried alive | |
But I' ve never seen you so beautiful | |
Oh, I' m staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
I guess God has the last laugh | |
From up on high, he lets us kill | |
And his people die for their faith | |
And we call it triumph of the will | |
All the theories in my own head | |
Fragment and bump into themselves | |
I' ll run instead of taking a walk | |
Instead of sixes I see twelves | |
Oh, I' m staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Oh, I' m staying in today | |
And watch the others play | |
Oh, and wash my sins away | |
Like all good children, I mean what I say | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home | |
Run where you' ve never been before | |
Lest the dead dog chase you home |