歌曲 | The Moon Was Red and Dangerous |
歌手 | Gregory Alan Isakov |
专辑 | That Sea, the Gambler |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
water street is just the same | |
oh, honey come back to me | |
you see it’s lonely and grey in the city | |
but oh the sun will surely rise, | |
warm my clothes, and warm your eyes | |
from the treacherous night, | |
how the moon was red and dangerous | |
come back ya hear, | |
all the loneliest stories will fade | |
i still see your face…on the ground | |
now there’s no one around | |
all the birds and whispers play | |
oh, honey come back to me | |
you know that treacherous ride in the city | |
and oh the sun is surely risin’ | |
it came as no surprise | |
and the hills on the country-side are singin | |
what kind of crime | |
must we give out this time to know | |
how the lines move across this place | |
but there’s nobody else | |
there’s nobody else… | |
here |
water street is just the same | |
oh, honey come back to me | |
you see it' s lonely and grey in the city | |
but oh the sun will surely rise, | |
warm my clothes, and warm your eyes | |
from the treacherous night, | |
how the moon was red and dangerous | |
come back ya hear, | |
all the loneliest stories will fade | |
i still see your face on the ground | |
now there' s no one around | |
all the birds and whispers play | |
oh, honey come back to me | |
you know that treacherous ride in the city | |
and oh the sun is surely risin' | |
it came as no surprise | |
and the hills on the countryside are singin | |
what kind of crime | |
must we give out this time to know | |
how the lines move across this place | |
but there' s nobody else | |
there' s nobody else | |
here |
water street is just the same | |
oh, honey come back to me | |
you see it' s lonely and grey in the city | |
but oh the sun will surely rise, | |
warm my clothes, and warm your eyes | |
from the treacherous night, | |
how the moon was red and dangerous | |
come back ya hear, | |
all the loneliest stories will fade | |
i still see your face on the ground | |
now there' s no one around | |
all the birds and whispers play | |
oh, honey come back to me | |
you know that treacherous ride in the city | |
and oh the sun is surely risin' | |
it came as no surprise | |
and the hills on the countryside are singin | |
what kind of crime | |
must we give out this time to know | |
how the lines move across this place | |
but there' s nobody else | |
there' s nobody else | |
here |