作词 : Henry | |
I’m through with this, this beautiful hat | |
I’ve never let nothing be as easy as that | |
I won’t let it be like the nest of a dream | |
A cradle for a stone when all of this seems | |
As likely as stones are to rise up and sing | |
As likely as birds to fly out of this thing | |
As likely as birds to fly out of this thing | |
The water grows quiet, or so it pretends | |
It stands deep and cloudy and waits to come in | |
And take up the place that one time was mine | |
When I was beginning to learn how to climb | |
Thinking myself to be doing just fine | |
Reaching your knees when just finding mine | |
Reaching your knees while living on mine | |
So take this away your hat full of birds | |
That refuse now to rise and I give you my word | |
That whatever comes I swear it was true | |
That nothing has ever looked better on you | |
Nothing has ever looked better on you | |
Nothing has ever looked better on you |
zuo ci : Henry | |
I' m through with this, this beautiful hat | |
I' ve never let nothing be as easy as that | |
I won' t let it be like the nest of a dream | |
A cradle for a stone when all of this seems | |
As likely as stones are to rise up and sing | |
As likely as birds to fly out of this thing | |
As likely as birds to fly out of this thing | |
The water grows quiet, or so it pretends | |
It stands deep and cloudy and waits to come in | |
And take up the place that one time was mine | |
When I was beginning to learn how to climb | |
Thinking myself to be doing just fine | |
Reaching your knees when just finding mine | |
Reaching your knees while living on mine | |
So take this away your hat full of birds | |
That refuse now to rise and I give you my word | |
That whatever comes I swear it was true | |
That nothing has ever looked better on you | |
Nothing has ever looked better on you | |
Nothing has ever looked better on you |
zuò cí : Henry | |
I' m through with this, this beautiful hat | |
I' ve never let nothing be as easy as that | |
I won' t let it be like the nest of a dream | |
A cradle for a stone when all of this seems | |
As likely as stones are to rise up and sing | |
As likely as birds to fly out of this thing | |
As likely as birds to fly out of this thing | |
The water grows quiet, or so it pretends | |
It stands deep and cloudy and waits to come in | |
And take up the place that one time was mine | |
When I was beginning to learn how to climb | |
Thinking myself to be doing just fine | |
Reaching your knees when just finding mine | |
Reaching your knees while living on mine | |
So take this away your hat full of birds | |
That refuse now to rise and I give you my word | |
That whatever comes I swear it was true | |
That nothing has ever looked better on you | |
Nothing has ever looked better on you | |
Nothing has ever looked better on you |