Here Is... Lyrics
| Song | Here Is... |
| Artist | Gosling |
| Album | Here Is... |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ingersoll, Watrous | |
| The lemon don't fall far from the tree | |
| If all the citrus disease | |
| ... construct a love | |
| Painted with a delicate hand | |
| Extract the grace from a strand | |
| Initiate the life blood | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Let's try to make it last | |
| Let's fill the empty glass | |
| Let's liberate the lost cause | |
| But emptiness will grow | |
| Let nothing overflow | |
| Reillustrate the swan | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It's something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that will last. | |
| Here is... | |
| Burned inside the heart of a spoon | |
| Invent the perfect cocoon | |
| Yeah, it makes you come alive | |
| Drop the life right out of your womb | |
| It brings you close to the truth | |
| You could correct the wrong | |
| CHORUS | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It's something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something missing in the soul of a man | |
| Orphans clinging to whatever we can | |
| Well here is... | |
| Fill your mouth with words of the time | |
| And get your concepts to rhyme | |
| You just might beat the odds | |
| Educated God's lonely man | |
| It fills the void in his hand | |
| He illustrates the swan | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It's something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that'll last | |
| Here is... | |
| Here is, here is, here is... | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that'll last | |
| Here is, here is, here is... |
| zuo qu : Ingersoll, Watrous | |
| The lemon don' t fall far from the tree | |
| If all the citrus disease | |
| ... construct a love | |
| Painted with a delicate hand | |
| Extract the grace from a strand | |
| Initiate the life blood | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Let' s try to make it last | |
| Let' s fill the empty glass | |
| Let' s liberate the lost cause | |
| But emptiness will grow | |
| Let nothing overflow | |
| Reillustrate the swan | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It' s something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that will last. | |
| Here is... | |
| Burned inside the heart of a spoon | |
| Invent the perfect cocoon | |
| Yeah, it makes you come alive | |
| Drop the life right out of your womb | |
| It brings you close to the truth | |
| You could correct the wrong | |
| CHORUS | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It' s something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something missing in the soul of a man | |
| Orphans clinging to whatever we can | |
| Well here is... | |
| Fill your mouth with words of the time | |
| And get your concepts to rhyme | |
| You just might beat the odds | |
| Educated God' s lonely man | |
| It fills the void in his hand | |
| He illustrates the swan | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It' s something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that' ll last | |
| Here is... | |
| Here is, here is, here is... | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that' ll last | |
| Here is, here is, here is... |
| zuò qǔ : Ingersoll, Watrous | |
| The lemon don' t fall far from the tree | |
| If all the citrus disease | |
| ... construct a love | |
| Painted with a delicate hand | |
| Extract the grace from a strand | |
| Initiate the life blood | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Let' s try to make it last | |
| Let' s fill the empty glass | |
| Let' s liberate the lost cause | |
| But emptiness will grow | |
| Let nothing overflow | |
| Reillustrate the swan | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It' s something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that will last. | |
| Here is... | |
| Burned inside the heart of a spoon | |
| Invent the perfect cocoon | |
| Yeah, it makes you come alive | |
| Drop the life right out of your womb | |
| It brings you close to the truth | |
| You could correct the wrong | |
| CHORUS | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It' s something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something missing in the soul of a man | |
| Orphans clinging to whatever we can | |
| Well here is... | |
| Fill your mouth with words of the time | |
| And get your concepts to rhyme | |
| You just might beat the odds | |
| Educated God' s lonely man | |
| It fills the void in his hand | |
| He illustrates the swan | |
| What are the social climbers crawling to? | |
| It' s something further from the life they knew. | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that' ll last | |
| Here is... | |
| Here is, here is, here is... | |
| Line up the junkies and the white trash | |
| Cause here is something that' ll last | |
| Here is, here is, here is... |
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