Song | Better for Us |
Artist | Grant Lee Buffalo |
Album | Copperopolis |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Phillips | |
Soon we'll count the rings inside all one by one | |
Wondering if i could point to the place | |
Where we first slept 'neath it's branches | |
Oh oh | |
Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys | |
This one was all things a mansion a fortress | |
And as we matured it was shade for | |
The secrets that we passed along | |
But this oak has grown old wither-wrung | |
It threatens to fall | |
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
On your tip toes a ten-penny nail jutting high in the bark | |
Relics of tree houses built and torn down | |
Places we hid after dark oh | |
Oh oh | |
Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground | |
Where little green soldiers and indians fought | |
This is the burial mound of | |
My youth and my innocence | |
This oak has grown old wither-wrung | |
It threatens to fall | |
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
Oh oh oh | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Better for us yeah | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Oh oh oh |
zuo ci : Phillips | |
Soon we' ll count the rings inside all one by one | |
Wondering if i could point to the place | |
Where we first slept ' neath it' s branches | |
Oh oh | |
Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys | |
This one was all things a mansion a fortress | |
And as we matured it was shade for | |
The secrets that we passed along | |
But this oak has grown old witherwrung | |
It threatens to fall | |
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
On your tip toes a tenpenny nail jutting high in the bark | |
Relics of tree houses built and torn down | |
Places we hid after dark oh | |
Oh oh | |
Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground | |
Where little green soldiers and indians fought | |
This is the burial mound of | |
My youth and my innocence | |
This oak has grown old witherwrung | |
It threatens to fall | |
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
Oh oh oh | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Better for us yeah | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Oh oh oh |
zuò cí : Phillips | |
Soon we' ll count the rings inside all one by one | |
Wondering if i could point to the place | |
Where we first slept ' neath it' s branches | |
Oh oh | |
Leaves once rose like an ocean we swam when we were boys | |
This one was all things a mansion a fortress | |
And as we matured it was shade for | |
The secrets that we passed along | |
But this oak has grown old witherwrung | |
It threatens to fall | |
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
On your tip toes a tenpenny nail jutting high in the bark | |
Relics of tree houses built and torn down | |
Places we hid after dark oh | |
Oh oh | |
Please please lend some belief to this hard wasted ground | |
Where little green soldiers and indians fought | |
This is the burial mound of | |
My youth and my innocence | |
This oak has grown old witherwrung | |
It threatens to fall | |
Better for us if the axe splits the trunk they say | |
Oh oh oh | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Better for us yeah | |
Better for us | |
Better for us | |
Oh oh oh |