歌曲 | Hold on to It |
歌手 | Brooke Miller |
专辑 | You Can See Everything |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Miller | |
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase | |
Rimmed with little key chain hearts | |
And they tore those giant tents down | |
Lions in the pouring rain | |
And the birds in the pouring rain | |
Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman | |
Who had a glory bound lonely gaze | |
She used to fit her head | |
Inside an elephant's mouth | |
With some kind of solitude grace | |
When you find it, oh you better use it up | |
You better hold on to it | |
Like it's an answer to your prayers | |
Spring is coming early this year, you can tell | |
'Cause everybody's got their old jobs back | |
No one stays too long around here | |
They left circles in the wide back fields | |
And the farmers tried to cover up the scars | |
You can still run your hands over soft black earth | |
And wonder where they are | |
Oh but my son left for the fields today | |
He's a fourth generation | |
Works good with his hands | |
Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart | |
And boy he loves to work that land | |
Out on the streets in my new city | |
You can see where shadows | |
Make prints on the pavement | |
They know when the Salvation Army truck | |
Comes around | |
Lions in the pouring rain | |
And they're birds in the pouring rain | |
They hold their cups | |
Out by the side of the circus tent doors | |
Between the bank and the HMV | |
But you never hear | |
The rattle on a rich man's coat | |
Who's got it locked up with a key |
zuo qu : Miller | |
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase | |
Rimmed with little key chain hearts | |
And they tore those giant tents down | |
Lions in the pouring rain | |
And the birds in the pouring rain | |
Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman | |
Who had a glory bound lonely gaze | |
She used to fit her head | |
Inside an elephant' s mouth | |
With some kind of solitude grace | |
When you find it, oh you better use it up | |
You better hold on to it | |
Like it' s an answer to your prayers | |
Spring is coming early this year, you can tell | |
' Cause everybody' s got their old jobs back | |
No one stays too long around here | |
They left circles in the wide back fields | |
And the farmers tried to cover up the scars | |
You can still run your hands over soft black earth | |
And wonder where they are | |
Oh but my son left for the fields today | |
He' s a fourth generation | |
Works good with his hands | |
Got his mother' s cheeks and a big brass heart | |
And boy he loves to work that land | |
Out on the streets in my new city | |
You can see where shadows | |
Make prints on the pavement | |
They know when the Salvation Army truck | |
Comes around | |
Lions in the pouring rain | |
And they' re birds in the pouring rain | |
They hold their cups | |
Out by the side of the circus tent doors | |
Between the bank and the HMV | |
But you never hear | |
The rattle on a rich man' s coat | |
Who' s got it locked up with a key |
zuò qǔ : Miller | |
Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase | |
Rimmed with little key chain hearts | |
And they tore those giant tents down | |
Lions in the pouring rain | |
And the birds in the pouring rain | |
Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman | |
Who had a glory bound lonely gaze | |
She used to fit her head | |
Inside an elephant' s mouth | |
With some kind of solitude grace | |
When you find it, oh you better use it up | |
You better hold on to it | |
Like it' s an answer to your prayers | |
Spring is coming early this year, you can tell | |
' Cause everybody' s got their old jobs back | |
No one stays too long around here | |
They left circles in the wide back fields | |
And the farmers tried to cover up the scars | |
You can still run your hands over soft black earth | |
And wonder where they are | |
Oh but my son left for the fields today | |
He' s a fourth generation | |
Works good with his hands | |
Got his mother' s cheeks and a big brass heart | |
And boy he loves to work that land | |
Out on the streets in my new city | |
You can see where shadows | |
Make prints on the pavement | |
They know when the Salvation Army truck | |
Comes around | |
Lions in the pouring rain | |
And they' re birds in the pouring rain | |
They hold their cups | |
Out by the side of the circus tent doors | |
Between the bank and the HMV | |
But you never hear | |
The rattle on a rich man' s coat | |
Who' s got it locked up with a key |