歌曲 | Stop Joking Around |
歌手 | Hawksley Workman |
专辑 | For Him and the Girls |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Workman | |
stop joking around | |
for one minute | |
I'd rather cry right now | |
and play the sad notes on | |
the piano | |
let the rest of the band go home | |
cos I'll need you | |
until the morning | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
brings the light of day | |
to our eyes | |
and smell the burning leaves | |
in autumn driveways | |
we'll be out on the road | |
'til way past supper | |
and leave the lamp light low | |
beside the window | |
if you can mop up a waterfall | |
cos I'll need you | |
until the morning | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
brings the light of day | |
to our eyes | |
just hop a train | |
you hate to fly | |
come see the picture of my eyes | |
you want to laugh | |
I want to cry | |
cry cry cry | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
chase my fate | |
into your promised land | |
please be here | |
eye-e-eye-e-eye-e-eyes |
zuo qu : Workman | |
stop joking around | |
for one minute | |
I' d rather cry right now | |
and play the sad notes on | |
the piano | |
let the rest of the band go home | |
cos I' ll need you | |
until the morning | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
brings the light of day | |
to our eyes | |
and smell the burning leaves | |
in autumn driveways | |
we' ll be out on the road | |
' til way past supper | |
and leave the lamp light low | |
beside the window | |
if you can mop up a waterfall | |
cos I' ll need you | |
until the morning | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
brings the light of day | |
to our eyes | |
just hop a train | |
you hate to fly | |
come see the picture of my eyes | |
you want to laugh | |
I want to cry | |
cry cry cry | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
chase my fate | |
into your promised land | |
please be here | |
eyeeeyeeeyeeeyes |
zuò qǔ : Workman | |
stop joking around | |
for one minute | |
I' d rather cry right now | |
and play the sad notes on | |
the piano | |
let the rest of the band go home | |
cos I' ll need you | |
until the morning | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
brings the light of day | |
to our eyes | |
and smell the burning leaves | |
in autumn driveways | |
we' ll be out on the road | |
' til way past supper | |
and leave the lamp light low | |
beside the window | |
if you can mop up a waterfall | |
cos I' ll need you | |
until the morning | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
brings the light of day | |
to our eyes | |
just hop a train | |
you hate to fly | |
come see the picture of my eyes | |
you want to laugh | |
I want to cry | |
cry cry cry | |
please be here | |
until the morning | |
hold my hand | |
until the morning | |
chase my fate | |
into your promised land | |
please be here | |
eyeeeyeeeyeeeyes |