歌曲 | Elegy |
歌手 | Paula Cole |
专辑 | Ithaca (Bonus Track Version) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Who is this hurting mother? | |
Don’t want to be her now. | |
Who in the hell’s that sad reflection? | |
How did I lose myself? | |
How many times I walk the river, wondering what life’s for, | |
Sobbing beneath the staid performance, | |
Too scared to let it out. | |
Duty calls…duty calls… | |
Who is this hurting daughter, | |
Going down the rabbit hole? | |
Falling into a crushing darkness, | |
Shedding skins of the soul. | |
How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself? | |
Weight of an overcoat of sorrow, | |
Too sensitive for this world. | |
Duty call…duty calls… | |
Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals, | |
Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten, | |
Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed, | |
Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill. | |
Start another morning, wake to the alarm, | |
Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car, | |
Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow, | |
Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes… | |
I don’t want to go. | |
I don’t want to live this. | |
I don’t want this life. | |
There is more than this. | |
Who is that serious child, | |
The one left alone? | |
Mother is in the kitchen crying again, | |
No use to ask for help | |
So it goes...so it goes... |
Who is this hurting mother? | |
Don' t want to be her now. | |
Who in the hell' s that sad reflection? | |
How did I lose myself? | |
How many times I walk the river, wondering what life' s for, | |
Sobbing beneath the staid performance, | |
Too scared to let it out. | |
Duty calls duty calls | |
Who is this hurting daughter, | |
Going down the rabbit hole? | |
Falling into a crushing darkness, | |
Shedding skins of the soul. | |
How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself? | |
Weight of an overcoat of sorrow, | |
Too sensitive for this world. | |
Duty call duty calls | |
Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals, | |
Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten, | |
Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed, | |
Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill. | |
Start another morning, wake to the alarm, | |
Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car, | |
Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow, | |
Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes | |
I don' t want to go. | |
I don' t want to live this. | |
I don' t want this life. | |
There is more than this. | |
Who is that serious child, | |
The one left alone? | |
Mother is in the kitchen crying again, | |
No use to ask for help | |
So it goes... so it goes... |
Who is this hurting mother? | |
Don' t want to be her now. | |
Who in the hell' s that sad reflection? | |
How did I lose myself? | |
How many times I walk the river, wondering what life' s for, | |
Sobbing beneath the staid performance, | |
Too scared to let it out. | |
Duty calls duty calls | |
Who is this hurting daughter, | |
Going down the rabbit hole? | |
Falling into a crushing darkness, | |
Shedding skins of the soul. | |
How many times I walk the river, wanting to lose myself? | |
Weight of an overcoat of sorrow, | |
Too sensitive for this world. | |
Duty call duty calls | |
Time to do the drop off, time to make the meals, | |
Time to greet the neighbors, be a perfect ten, | |
Smiling in the exterior, but nervous and distressed, | |
Plodding on this treadmill, take another pill. | |
Start another morning, wake to the alarm, | |
Rise up in the darkness, get inside the car, | |
Join the rank and file, thousands in the flow, | |
Minnows on the freeway, on and on it goes | |
I don' t want to go. | |
I don' t want to live this. | |
I don' t want this life. | |
There is more than this. | |
Who is that serious child, | |
The one left alone? | |
Mother is in the kitchen crying again, | |
No use to ask for help | |
So it goes... so it goes... |