歌曲 | Parking Lots |
歌手 | Josh Pyke |
专辑 | Chimney's Afire |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The night was so cold all the cats had gone home | |
I hate to be told what to do, lord | |
I hide under awnings like rats in a storm | |
I hide under cars when they’re left in the parking lots | |
Oh, now I know what you mean | |
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen | |
But I’m older now and I’m well | |
So come over here let me look in your mirrors | |
The years are beginning to show, lord | |
There’s been a darkness upon us so long | |
It’s hard not to feel that our lives | |
Are not always our own | |
Now I know what you mean | |
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen | |
But I’m older now | |
And I’m twice as well | |
So come over here | |
Let me look in your mirrors | |
An asp and an arrow | |
And a lamb with a furrowed brow | |
Stay with me | |
Because I have been dying to meet you | |
And now you’re here | |
I feel I could kill just to keep you | |
Be calm the tell-tale heart | |
That leaves us beaten in the dark | |
Tomorrow see the scars | |
They’ll leave with feathers and of tar | |
They’ll leave you lying in the parking lots |
The night was so cold all the cats had gone home | |
I hate to be told what to do, lord | |
I hide under awnings like rats in a storm | |
I hide under cars when they' re left in the parking lots | |
Oh, now I know what you mean | |
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen | |
But I' m older now and I' m well | |
So come over here let me look in your mirrors | |
The years are beginning to show, lord | |
There' s been a darkness upon us so long | |
It' s hard not to feel that our lives | |
Are not always our own | |
Now I know what you mean | |
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen | |
But I' m older now | |
And I' m twice as well | |
So come over here | |
Let me look in your mirrors | |
An asp and an arrow | |
And a lamb with a furrowed brow | |
Stay with me | |
Because I have been dying to meet you | |
And now you' re here | |
I feel I could kill just to keep you | |
Be calm the telltale heart | |
That leaves us beaten in the dark | |
Tomorrow see the scars | |
They' ll leave with feathers and of tar | |
They' ll leave you lying in the parking lots |
The night was so cold all the cats had gone home | |
I hate to be told what to do, lord | |
I hide under awnings like rats in a storm | |
I hide under cars when they' re left in the parking lots | |
Oh, now I know what you mean | |
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen | |
But I' m older now and I' m well | |
So come over here let me look in your mirrors | |
The years are beginning to show, lord | |
There' s been a darkness upon us so long | |
It' s hard not to feel that our lives | |
Are not always our own | |
Now I know what you mean | |
When you said I was sick in my heart at nineteen | |
But I' m older now | |
And I' m twice as well | |
So come over here | |
Let me look in your mirrors | |
An asp and an arrow | |
And a lamb with a furrowed brow | |
Stay with me | |
Because I have been dying to meet you | |
And now you' re here | |
I feel I could kill just to keep you | |
Be calm the telltale heart | |
That leaves us beaten in the dark | |
Tomorrow see the scars | |
They' ll leave with feathers and of tar | |
They' ll leave you lying in the parking lots |