歌曲 | Searchin' for the Satellites |
歌手 | Bleu |
专辑 | Redhead [Columbia] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McAuley | |
Lyin' on our backs | |
We were swimmin' in the grass holdin' hands | |
Undressin' all the stars | |
Makin' constellations right in my back yard | |
Everything connected easy then | |
Searchin' for the satellites | |
To me they all just look like stars | |
We stole your daddy's car | |
Hit the interstate and bought a deck of cards | |
Yellin' "gin" all night | |
Shinin' flashlights up into the drunken sky | |
Trying to find a meaning in our lives | |
Searchin' for the satellites | |
To me they all just look like stars | |
We crumpled time into a ball | |
We squeezed the juice out of the stars | |
Drinkin' every drop of cosmic wine | |
We pissed it up into the air | |
And let the drops fly everywhere | |
Spreadin' out the temporary light |
zuo qu : McAuley | |
Lyin' on our backs | |
We were swimmin' in the grass holdin' hands | |
Undressin' all the stars | |
Makin' constellations right in my back yard | |
Everything connected easy then | |
Searchin' for the satellites | |
To me they all just look like stars | |
We stole your daddy' s car | |
Hit the interstate and bought a deck of cards | |
Yellin' " gin" all night | |
Shinin' flashlights up into the drunken sky | |
Trying to find a meaning in our lives | |
Searchin' for the satellites | |
To me they all just look like stars | |
We crumpled time into a ball | |
We squeezed the juice out of the stars | |
Drinkin' every drop of cosmic wine | |
We pissed it up into the air | |
And let the drops fly everywhere | |
Spreadin' out the temporary light |
zuò qǔ : McAuley | |
Lyin' on our backs | |
We were swimmin' in the grass holdin' hands | |
Undressin' all the stars | |
Makin' constellations right in my back yard | |
Everything connected easy then | |
Searchin' for the satellites | |
To me they all just look like stars | |
We stole your daddy' s car | |
Hit the interstate and bought a deck of cards | |
Yellin' " gin" all night | |
Shinin' flashlights up into the drunken sky | |
Trying to find a meaning in our lives | |
Searchin' for the satellites | |
To me they all just look like stars | |
We crumpled time into a ball | |
We squeezed the juice out of the stars | |
Drinkin' every drop of cosmic wine | |
We pissed it up into the air | |
And let the drops fly everywhere | |
Spreadin' out the temporary light |