歌曲 | Giving Up the Ghost |
歌手 | Marc Cohn |
专辑 | Join the Parade |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Deep in the night she quietly creeps | |
Sometimes she moans, sometimes she weeps | |
When the wind starts a howlin' out of control | |
She’s trouble in mind, she’s nothin' but soul | |
Now don’t feel afraid there’s nothin' to fear | |
It’s just strange visitations year after year | |
She gave me somethin' | |
I needed but now the feeling is gone | |
And it’s high time | |
I told her she’s gonna have to move on | |
From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
I’ve been haunted on every coast | |
I might miss her | |
I know but | |
I’m letting it go | |
I’m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
Last night she came in at the usual time | |
Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime | |
But the wind didn’t blow, there was barely a breeze | |
Just a light shinin' over the sycamore trees | |
From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
I’ve been haunted on every coast | |
I might miss her in know but | |
I’m letting it go | |
I’m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
Now feelin' much better but | |
I’m still on the brink | |
I just got a letter in vanishing ink |
Deep in the night she quietly creeps | |
Sometimes she moans, sometimes she weeps | |
When the wind starts a howlin' out of control | |
She' s trouble in mind, she' s nothin' but soul | |
Now don' t feel afraid there' s nothin' to fear | |
It' s just strange visitations year after year | |
She gave me somethin' | |
I needed but now the feeling is gone | |
And it' s high time | |
I told her she' s gonna have to move on | |
From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
I' ve been haunted on every coast | |
I might miss her | |
I know but | |
I' m letting it go | |
I' m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
Last night she came in at the usual time | |
Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime | |
But the wind didn' t blow, there was barely a breeze | |
Just a light shinin' over the sycamore trees | |
From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
I' ve been haunted on every coast | |
I might miss her in know but | |
I' m letting it go | |
I' m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
Now feelin' much better but | |
I' m still on the brink | |
I just got a letter in vanishing ink |
Deep in the night she quietly creeps | |
Sometimes she moans, sometimes she weeps | |
When the wind starts a howlin' out of control | |
She' s trouble in mind, she' s nothin' but soul | |
Now don' t feel afraid there' s nothin' to fear | |
It' s just strange visitations year after year | |
She gave me somethin' | |
I needed but now the feeling is gone | |
And it' s high time | |
I told her she' s gonna have to move on | |
From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
I' ve been haunted on every coast | |
I might miss her | |
I know but | |
I' m letting it go | |
I' m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
Last night she came in at the usual time | |
Twelve is the number that the church bells did chime | |
But the wind didn' t blow, there was barely a breeze | |
Just a light shinin' over the sycamore trees | |
From the eerie lake to the hills that shake | |
I' ve been haunted on every coast | |
I might miss her in know but | |
I' m letting it go | |
I' m givin' up the ghost, givin' up the ghost | |
Now feelin' much better but | |
I' m still on the brink | |
I just got a letter in vanishing ink |