歌曲 | Tiki 4 |
歌手 | Fish |
专辑 | Fellini Days |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dick, Wesley, Young | |
She holds court, queen of all the mountains | |
Snow leopards hide amongst her hills, | |
The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling | |
Fresh stars day-glo in the night. | |
Mai-Tais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends, | |
The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway. | |
Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4. | |
One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys, | |
Grandmaster, apprentice of architects | |
Design curves where others leave trails | |
It's freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door | |
Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor | |
Back to Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag | |
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead | |
Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4. | |
Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
Renee is curled up on the sofa | |
Judy scratches away at her scars | |
Loud lines that were only a whisper | |
Too weak for the angels to hear | |
But she's proud, she got the respect of her mother | |
She didn't waver, straight down the lines and out of sight | |
Judy woke up in Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag | |
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead | |
Meanwhile we're back in Tiki 4. | |
Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
Writing graffiti on the moon | |
Graffiti on the moon | |
Writing graffiti on the moon |
zuo ci : Dick, Wesley, Young | |
She holds court, queen of all the mountains | |
Snow leopards hide amongst her hills, | |
The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling | |
Fresh stars dayglo in the night. | |
MaiTais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends, | |
The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway. | |
Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4. | |
One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys, | |
Grandmaster, apprentice of architects | |
Design curves where others leave trails | |
It' s freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door | |
Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor | |
Back to Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag | |
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead | |
Meanwhile we' re back in Tiki 4. | |
Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
Renee is curled up on the sofa | |
Judy scratches away at her scars | |
Loud lines that were only a whisper | |
Too weak for the angels to hear | |
But she' s proud, she got the respect of her mother | |
She didn' t waver, straight down the lines and out of sight | |
Judy woke up in Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag | |
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead | |
Meanwhile we' re back in Tiki 4. | |
Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
Writing graffiti on the moon | |
Graffiti on the moon | |
Writing graffiti on the moon |
zuò cí : Dick, Wesley, Young | |
She holds court, queen of all the mountains | |
Snow leopards hide amongst her hills, | |
The bong billows clouds up to the ceiling | |
Fresh stars dayglo in the night. | |
MaiTais at the bar, she only sees charlie at weekends, | |
The cocktail monkeys are climbing, a tower is chiming, faraway. | |
Micha is smiling back in Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4. | |
One eye is all that is needed to be king of all he surveys, | |
Grandmaster, apprentice of architects | |
Design curves where others leave trails | |
It' s freaking you out as you search for the lock on the door | |
Pillars of smoke are guiding you back to the floor | |
Back to Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
And the darkness zips up the city like a body bag | |
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead | |
Meanwhile we' re back in Tiki 4. | |
Tiki 4 | |
Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
Renee is curled up on the sofa | |
Judy scratches away at her scars | |
Loud lines that were only a whisper | |
Too weak for the angels to hear | |
But she' s proud, she got the respect of her mother | |
She didn' t waver, straight down the lines and out of sight | |
Judy woke up in Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
And the darkness zips up the city just like a body bag | |
The good citizens are lying asleep in their beds dreaming of the day ahead | |
Meanwhile we' re back in Tiki 4. | |
Tiki 4 | |
Back in Tiki 4 | |
Writing graffiti on the moon | |
Graffiti on the moon | |
Writing graffiti on the moon |