歌曲 | Climbing |
歌手 | Meat Puppets |
专辑 | Meat Puppets II |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kirkwood | |
Climb, climb, | |
I always climb | |
Out of bed in the morning | |
On a mountain made of sand | |
And I know this doesn't rhyme | |
But the clutter on the table | |
Is getting out of hand | |
I know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey, | |
I'm still having trouble | |
Finding out what's you | |
Time, time, it's so sublime | |
Well, they say it's non existent | |
But it's playing with my mind | |
And phone calls don't cost a dime | |
In the caverns of your feelings | |
Where the sun will never shine | |
I know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey | |
I'm still having trouble | |
Finding out what's you | |
Mine, mine, which things are mine? | |
Well, I thought | |
I saw a few | |
Before I found out | |
I was blind | |
And I think | |
I see a sign | |
And it's saying where to go | |
And when I get there what | |
I'll findI know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey, | |
I'm still having trouble | |
Finding out what's you |
zuo ci : Kirkwood | |
Climb, climb, | |
I always climb | |
Out of bed in the morning | |
On a mountain made of sand | |
And I know this doesn' t rhyme | |
But the clutter on the table | |
Is getting out of hand | |
I know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey, | |
I' m still having trouble | |
Finding out what' s you | |
Time, time, it' s so sublime | |
Well, they say it' s non existent | |
But it' s playing with my mind | |
And phone calls don' t cost a dime | |
In the caverns of your feelings | |
Where the sun will never shine | |
I know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey | |
I' m still having trouble | |
Finding out what' s you | |
Mine, mine, which things are mine? | |
Well, I thought | |
I saw a few | |
Before I found out | |
I was blind | |
And I think | |
I see a sign | |
And it' s saying where to go | |
And when I get there what | |
I' ll findI know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey, | |
I' m still having trouble | |
Finding out what' s you |
zuò cí : Kirkwood | |
Climb, climb, | |
I always climb | |
Out of bed in the morning | |
On a mountain made of sand | |
And I know this doesn' t rhyme | |
But the clutter on the table | |
Is getting out of hand | |
I know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey, | |
I' m still having trouble | |
Finding out what' s you | |
Time, time, it' s so sublime | |
Well, they say it' s non existent | |
But it' s playing with my mind | |
And phone calls don' t cost a dime | |
In the caverns of your feelings | |
Where the sun will never shine | |
I know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey | |
I' m still having trouble | |
Finding out what' s you | |
Mine, mine, which things are mine? | |
Well, I thought | |
I saw a few | |
Before I found out | |
I was blind | |
And I think | |
I see a sign | |
And it' s saying where to go | |
And when I get there what | |
I' ll findI know that you tried to see me through | |
But honey, | |
I' m still having trouble | |
Finding out what' s you |