歌曲 | Cape Cod Morning |
歌手 | John Squire |
专辑 | Marshall's House |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Squire | |
Cape cod morning | |
Soon I'll be free | |
Cape cod morning | |
Bring the news to me | |
I'm not your satellite | |
You're no brave new world | |
I'm not your satellite | |
And the white horses curl | |
Keep the home fires burning | |
Do my best to burn you down | |
Kitchen knives in the bedroom | |
Pillow talking suicide | |
I'm not your satellite | |
You're no brave new world | |
I'm not your satellite | |
And the white horses curl | |
Beep beep beep, he's outside | |
So lucky to be alive | |
Pressure rising through the mist | |
Heart makes itself a fist | |
Can't hear no radio | |
Blood pumping heavy flow | |
Cold sweat and icy palm | |
You lost your lucky charm | |
Here in the shrine to our long dead life | |
I wait to offer you a slice |
zuo qu : Squire | |
Cape cod morning | |
Soon I' ll be free | |
Cape cod morning | |
Bring the news to me | |
I' m not your satellite | |
You' re no brave new world | |
I' m not your satellite | |
And the white horses curl | |
Keep the home fires burning | |
Do my best to burn you down | |
Kitchen knives in the bedroom | |
Pillow talking suicide | |
I' m not your satellite | |
You' re no brave new world | |
I' m not your satellite | |
And the white horses curl | |
Beep beep beep, he' s outside | |
So lucky to be alive | |
Pressure rising through the mist | |
Heart makes itself a fist | |
Can' t hear no radio | |
Blood pumping heavy flow | |
Cold sweat and icy palm | |
You lost your lucky charm | |
Here in the shrine to our long dead life | |
I wait to offer you a slice |
zuò qǔ : Squire | |
Cape cod morning | |
Soon I' ll be free | |
Cape cod morning | |
Bring the news to me | |
I' m not your satellite | |
You' re no brave new world | |
I' m not your satellite | |
And the white horses curl | |
Keep the home fires burning | |
Do my best to burn you down | |
Kitchen knives in the bedroom | |
Pillow talking suicide | |
I' m not your satellite | |
You' re no brave new world | |
I' m not your satellite | |
And the white horses curl | |
Beep beep beep, he' s outside | |
So lucky to be alive | |
Pressure rising through the mist | |
Heart makes itself a fist | |
Can' t hear no radio | |
Blood pumping heavy flow | |
Cold sweat and icy palm | |
You lost your lucky charm | |
Here in the shrine to our long dead life | |
I wait to offer you a slice |