歌曲 | Cloud Blood |
歌手 | Ani DiFranco |
专辑 | To the Teeth |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiFranco | |
I've been wondering what you meant when you asked | |
Do you have a light? | |
I've been wondering where you went when you left | |
That party that night | |
Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky | |
It's dawn's roadkill | |
I've been driving since midnight | |
And i'm driving still | |
Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind | |
On my rand mcnally | |
Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in | |
To the first blue of the valley | |
You're wondering how far down you are | |
On my call back list | |
But you don't realize everytime i find i'm by a phone | |
The landscape shifts | |
Every other song someone's trying to write angels | |
Into the wrold | |
Every grace, every ace every near miss | |
Every decent kiss by a pretty girl | |
She was an angel | |
She looked like an angel | |
And all of the angels did sing | |
The angels were watching | |
And the angels were listening | |
And the angels were on hand | |
To stand in for everything | |
You can call it magic | |
When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat | |
But the reason i don't call is cuz i wonder | |
If there isn't a better word than that | |
And you can call me crazy | |
But i think you're as lazy | |
As white paint on a wall | |
And i know you'll only speak to me in dial tones | |
If i call | |
It's been way too long | |
Since i've been behind the wheel | |
Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel | |
Dry eyed trying hard to resist | |
Sleep's first kill | |
Everytime i have time to think | |
I think of this |
zuo ci : DiFranco | |
I' ve been wondering what you meant when you asked | |
Do you have a light? | |
I' ve been wondering where you went when you left | |
That party that night | |
Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky | |
It' s dawn' s roadkill | |
I' ve been driving since midnight | |
And i' m driving still | |
Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind | |
On my rand mcnally | |
Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in | |
To the first blue of the valley | |
You' re wondering how far down you are | |
On my call back list | |
But you don' t realize everytime i find i' m by a phone | |
The landscape shifts | |
Every other song someone' s trying to write angels | |
Into the wrold | |
Every grace, every ace every near miss | |
Every decent kiss by a pretty girl | |
She was an angel | |
She looked like an angel | |
And all of the angels did sing | |
The angels were watching | |
And the angels were listening | |
And the angels were on hand | |
To stand in for everything | |
You can call it magic | |
When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat | |
But the reason i don' t call is cuz i wonder | |
If there isn' t a better word than that | |
And you can call me crazy | |
But i think you' re as lazy | |
As white paint on a wall | |
And i know you' ll only speak to me in dial tones | |
If i call | |
It' s been way too long | |
Since i' ve been behind the wheel | |
Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel | |
Dry eyed trying hard to resist | |
Sleep' s first kill | |
Everytime i have time to think | |
I think of this |
zuò cí : DiFranco | |
I' ve been wondering what you meant when you asked | |
Do you have a light? | |
I' ve been wondering where you went when you left | |
That party that night | |
Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky | |
It' s dawn' s roadkill | |
I' ve been driving since midnight | |
And i' m driving still | |
Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind | |
On my rand mcnally | |
Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in | |
To the first blue of the valley | |
You' re wondering how far down you are | |
On my call back list | |
But you don' t realize everytime i find i' m by a phone | |
The landscape shifts | |
Every other song someone' s trying to write angels | |
Into the wrold | |
Every grace, every ace every near miss | |
Every decent kiss by a pretty girl | |
She was an angel | |
She looked like an angel | |
And all of the angels did sing | |
The angels were watching | |
And the angels were listening | |
And the angels were on hand | |
To stand in for everything | |
You can call it magic | |
When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat | |
But the reason i don' t call is cuz i wonder | |
If there isn' t a better word than that | |
And you can call me crazy | |
But i think you' re as lazy | |
As white paint on a wall | |
And i know you' ll only speak to me in dial tones | |
If i call | |
It' s been way too long | |
Since i' ve been behind the wheel | |
Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel | |
Dry eyed trying hard to resist | |
Sleep' s first kill | |
Everytime i have time to think | |
I think of this |