| 歌曲 | Blue Valentines |
| 歌手 | Tom Waits |
| 专辑 | Used Songs (1973-1980) |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Waits | |
| She sends me blue valentines | |
| all the way from philadelphia | |
| to mark the anniversary | |
| of someone that I used to be | |
| and it feels just like there's | |
| a warrant out for my arrest | |
| got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror | |
| and I'm always on the run | |
| thats why I change my name | |
| and I didn't think you'd ever find me here | |
| to send me blue valentines | |
| like half forgotten dreams | |
| like a pebble in my shoe | |
| as I walk these streets | |
| and the ghost of your memory | |
| is the thistle in the kiss | |
| and the burgler that that can break a roses neck | |
| it's the tattooed broken promise | |
| that I hide beneath my sleeve | |
| and I see you every time I turn my back | |
| she sends me blue valentines | |
| though I try to remain at large | |
| they're insisting that our love | |
| must have a culogy | |
| why do I save all of this madness | |
| in the nightstand drawer | |
| there to haunt upon my shoulders | |
| baby I know | |
| I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go | |
| with a blind and broken heart | |
| that sleeps beneath my lapel | |
| she sends me blue valentines | |
| to remind me of my cardinal sin | |
| I can never wash the guilt | |
| or get these bloodstains off my hands | |
| and it takes a lot of whiskey | |
| to make these nightmares go away | |
| and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite | |
| and I die a little more on each st. valentine day | |
| remember that I promised I would | |
| write you... | |
| these blue valentines | |
| blue valentines | |
| blue valentines |
| zuo ci : Waits | |
| She sends me blue valentines | |
| all the way from philadelphia | |
| to mark the anniversary | |
| of someone that I used to be | |
| and it feels just like there' s | |
| a warrant out for my arrest | |
| got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror | |
| and I' m always on the run | |
| thats why I change my name | |
| and I didn' t think you' d ever find me here | |
| to send me blue valentines | |
| like half forgotten dreams | |
| like a pebble in my shoe | |
| as I walk these streets | |
| and the ghost of your memory | |
| is the thistle in the kiss | |
| and the burgler that that can break a roses neck | |
| it' s the tattooed broken promise | |
| that I hide beneath my sleeve | |
| and I see you every time I turn my back | |
| she sends me blue valentines | |
| though I try to remain at large | |
| they' re insisting that our love | |
| must have a culogy | |
| why do I save all of this madness | |
| in the nightstand drawer | |
| there to haunt upon my shoulders | |
| baby I know | |
| I' d be luckier to walk around everywhere I go | |
| with a blind and broken heart | |
| that sleeps beneath my lapel | |
| she sends me blue valentines | |
| to remind me of my cardinal sin | |
| I can never wash the guilt | |
| or get these bloodstains off my hands | |
| and it takes a lot of whiskey | |
| to make these nightmares go away | |
| and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite | |
| and I die a little more on each st. valentine day | |
| remember that I promised I would | |
| write you... | |
| these blue valentines | |
| blue valentines | |
| blue valentines |
| zuò cí : Waits | |
| She sends me blue valentines | |
| all the way from philadelphia | |
| to mark the anniversary | |
| of someone that I used to be | |
| and it feels just like there' s | |
| a warrant out for my arrest | |
| got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror | |
| and I' m always on the run | |
| thats why I change my name | |
| and I didn' t think you' d ever find me here | |
| to send me blue valentines | |
| like half forgotten dreams | |
| like a pebble in my shoe | |
| as I walk these streets | |
| and the ghost of your memory | |
| is the thistle in the kiss | |
| and the burgler that that can break a roses neck | |
| it' s the tattooed broken promise | |
| that I hide beneath my sleeve | |
| and I see you every time I turn my back | |
| she sends me blue valentines | |
| though I try to remain at large | |
| they' re insisting that our love | |
| must have a culogy | |
| why do I save all of this madness | |
| in the nightstand drawer | |
| there to haunt upon my shoulders | |
| baby I know | |
| I' d be luckier to walk around everywhere I go | |
| with a blind and broken heart | |
| that sleeps beneath my lapel | |
| she sends me blue valentines | |
| to remind me of my cardinal sin | |
| I can never wash the guilt | |
| or get these bloodstains off my hands | |
| and it takes a lot of whiskey | |
| to make these nightmares go away | |
| and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite | |
| and I die a little more on each st. valentine day | |
| remember that I promised I would | |
| write you... | |
| these blue valentines | |
| blue valentines | |
| blue valentines |