歌曲 | Season of the Witch |
歌手 | Michael Bloomfield |
专辑 | Super Session |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
When I look outside my window | |
What do I see? | |
And when I look outside my window | |
So many different people to be, yeah | |
That it's strange, so strange | |
You've got to pick up every stitch | |
Two rabbits running in a ditch | |
The hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Well, when | |
I look over my shoulder | |
What do I see? | |
And when I look over my shoulder | |
Some ancient fellow | |
I'm longing to be | |
It's so strange, so strange | |
You've got to pick up every stitch | |
Two rabbits running in the ditch | |
The hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love | |
Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above | |
A looking glass that reflects our past | |
Tied with seaweed all around like willows | |
Upside down, you caress my heart | |
Caress my soul, surround my limbs | |
You laugh your laugh and hold my body fast | |
And we wake up and sit here thinking | |
Thinking about the times we used to have | |
And know they're gone forever | |
We'll never learn, never learn“ | |
Help me”“Somebody help him” | |
As I look over my shoulder | |
What do I see? | |
And as I look over my shoulder | |
There's so many pretty sights to see | |
That it's strange, so strange | |
You've got to pick up every stitch | |
You've got to pick up every stitch | |
Those hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Season of the witch | |
Please have mercy on my soul | |
No, no, must be the season of the witch[Incomprehensible] | |
God, God, hey | |
If you can't help us you better listen, please | |
Momma, I'm cold |
When I look outside my window | |
What do I see? | |
And when I look outside my window | |
So many different people to be, yeah | |
That it' s strange, so strange | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
Two rabbits running in a ditch | |
The hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Well, when | |
I look over my shoulder | |
What do I see? | |
And when I look over my shoulder | |
Some ancient fellow | |
I' m longing to be | |
It' s so strange, so strange | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
Two rabbits running in the ditch | |
The hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love | |
Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above | |
A looking glass that reflects our past | |
Tied with seaweed all around like willows | |
Upside down, you caress my heart | |
Caress my soul, surround my limbs | |
You laugh your laugh and hold my body fast | |
And we wake up and sit here thinking | |
Thinking about the times we used to have | |
And know they' re gone forever | |
We' ll never learn, never learn" | |
Help me"" Somebody help him" | |
As I look over my shoulder | |
What do I see? | |
And as I look over my shoulder | |
There' s so many pretty sights to see | |
That it' s strange, so strange | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
Those hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Season of the witch | |
Please have mercy on my soul | |
No, no, must be the season of the witch Incomprehensible | |
God, God, hey | |
If you can' t help us you better listen, please | |
Momma, I' m cold |
When I look outside my window | |
What do I see? | |
And when I look outside my window | |
So many different people to be, yeah | |
That it' s strange, so strange | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
Two rabbits running in a ditch | |
The hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Well, when | |
I look over my shoulder | |
What do I see? | |
And when I look over my shoulder | |
Some ancient fellow | |
I' m longing to be | |
It' s so strange, so strange | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
Two rabbits running in the ditch | |
The hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
And here we sit immersed in a liquid sea of love | |
Shimmering rainbows in silver sky above | |
A looking glass that reflects our past | |
Tied with seaweed all around like willows | |
Upside down, you caress my heart | |
Caress my soul, surround my limbs | |
You laugh your laugh and hold my body fast | |
And we wake up and sit here thinking | |
Thinking about the times we used to have | |
And know they' re gone forever | |
We' ll never learn, never learn" | |
Help me"" Somebody help him" | |
As I look over my shoulder | |
What do I see? | |
And as I look over my shoulder | |
There' s so many pretty sights to see | |
That it' s strange, so strange | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
You' ve got to pick up every stitch | |
Those hippies out to make it rich | |
Oh noMust be the season of the witch | |
Must be the season of the witch | |
Season of the witch | |
Please have mercy on my soul | |
No, no, must be the season of the witch Incomprehensible | |
God, God, hey | |
If you can' t help us you better listen, please | |
Momma, I' m cold |