Song | Infamous Angel |
Artist | Iris DeMent |
Album | Infamous Angel |
作词 : Dement | |
Last night, before I went to sleep, my knees dropped to the floor | |
I turned my eyes up to the sky and I prayed, "please help me, Lord | |
You know I've sowed my wild oats, and now the fun's all gone" | |
And then I heard these tender words and I put them in my song | |
Infamous angel, come on home | |
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam | |
Grab your things, a ticket's waiting at the bus depot | |
For infamous angel, destination: home | |
I heard heaven's choir rejoicing as the tears broke from my eyes | |
And, all at once, it lifted the weight from my past life | |
I found a pen and I left a note on the dresser drawer | |
"Infamous angel, she don't live here anymore" | |
Infamous angel, come on home | |
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam | |
Grab your things, a ticket's waiting at the bus depot | |
For infamous angel, destination: home | |
Then I hurried out the back door as quickly as I could | |
I went flying down two flights of stairs 'til on the street I stood | |
And there I took that final look at my old neighbourhood | |
Then I ran down the street proclaiming, "angel gone for good" | |
Infamous angel, going home | |
To someone who loves her and knows she needed to roam | |
She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket at the bus depot | |
For infamous angel, destination: home | |
Infamous angel, destination: home |
zuò cí : Dement | |
Last night, before I went to sleep, my knees dropped to the floor | |
I turned my eyes up to the sky and I prayed, " please help me, Lord | |
You know I' ve sowed my wild oats, and now the fun' s all gone" | |
And then I heard these tender words and I put them in my song | |
Infamous angel, come on home | |
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam | |
Grab your things, a ticket' s waiting at the bus depot | |
For infamous angel, destination: home | |
I heard heaven' s choir rejoicing as the tears broke from my eyes | |
And, all at once, it lifted the weight from my past life | |
I found a pen and I left a note on the dresser drawer | |
" Infamous angel, she don' t live here anymore" | |
Infamous angel, come on home | |
To someone who loves you and knows you needed to roam | |
Grab your things, a ticket' s waiting at the bus depot | |
For infamous angel, destination: home | |
Then I hurried out the back door as quickly as I could | |
I went flying down two flights of stairs ' til on the street I stood | |
And there I took that final look at my old neighbourhood | |
Then I ran down the street proclaiming, " angel gone for good" | |
Infamous angel, going home | |
To someone who loves her and knows she needed to roam | |
She grabbed her things and claimed the ticket at the bus depot | |
For infamous angel, destination: home | |
Infamous angel, destination: home |