Song | The Sky Is So Blue |
Artist | Jane Siberry |
Album | Jane Siberry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Siberry | |
We're going to the seashore | |
Gonna burst upon the brine | |
From a car that's full of babies | |
And dogs and food and wine | |
Sand in our suits and salt in our hair | |
And everyone feeling so fine | |
The sky is so blue | |
You can see right through | |
My heart is so big | |
I can't get through the door | |
That's what I'm here for | |
We're going to the country | |
And we're gonna plant some wheat | |
We're gonna steal some cow corn | |
And drive across the fields | |
Dance around the scarecrows | |
And do whatever we please | |
We're going to the country | |
In our little deux-chevaux | |
We're gonna put the top down | |
Crank the radio up full | |
Honk at all the cars we meet | |
And let them know we know | |
The sky is so blue... | |
We're going to the mountains | |
If there's still a little snow | |
Gonna do some spring-skiing | |
Go as fast as we can go | |
Give instructions from the chairlift | |
And tell all those tourists to go for it | |
See the shorts and t-shirts | |
Go whizzing through the trees | |
With their Hollywood sunglasses | |
And the scratches on their knees | |
Yodelling on the mountainside | |
And cutting the air like chickadees | |
The sky is so blue... | |
We're going to the cliffs now | |
To see if we can fly | |
I think I could do better | |
With your wing out of my eye | |
You can see for miles up here | |
Open heart in open sky | |
The sky is so blue | |
You can see right through | |
Our hearts they are so big | |
We can't get through the door | |
That's what we're here for |
zuo ci : Siberry | |
We' re going to the seashore | |
Gonna burst upon the brine | |
From a car that' s full of babies | |
And dogs and food and wine | |
Sand in our suits and salt in our hair | |
And everyone feeling so fine | |
The sky is so blue | |
You can see right through | |
My heart is so big | |
I can' t get through the door | |
That' s what I' m here for | |
We' re going to the country | |
And we' re gonna plant some wheat | |
We' re gonna steal some cow corn | |
And drive across the fields | |
Dance around the scarecrows | |
And do whatever we please | |
We' re going to the country | |
In our little deuxchevaux | |
We' re gonna put the top down | |
Crank the radio up full | |
Honk at all the cars we meet | |
And let them know we know | |
The sky is so blue... | |
We' re going to the mountains | |
If there' s still a little snow | |
Gonna do some springskiing | |
Go as fast as we can go | |
Give instructions from the chairlift | |
And tell all those tourists to go for it | |
See the shorts and tshirts | |
Go whizzing through the trees | |
With their Hollywood sunglasses | |
And the scratches on their knees | |
Yodelling on the mountainside | |
And cutting the air like chickadees | |
The sky is so blue... | |
We' re going to the cliffs now | |
To see if we can fly | |
I think I could do better | |
With your wing out of my eye | |
You can see for miles up here | |
Open heart in open sky | |
The sky is so blue | |
You can see right through | |
Our hearts they are so big | |
We can' t get through the door | |
That' s what we' re here for |
zuò cí : Siberry | |
We' re going to the seashore | |
Gonna burst upon the brine | |
From a car that' s full of babies | |
And dogs and food and wine | |
Sand in our suits and salt in our hair | |
And everyone feeling so fine | |
The sky is so blue | |
You can see right through | |
My heart is so big | |
I can' t get through the door | |
That' s what I' m here for | |
We' re going to the country | |
And we' re gonna plant some wheat | |
We' re gonna steal some cow corn | |
And drive across the fields | |
Dance around the scarecrows | |
And do whatever we please | |
We' re going to the country | |
In our little deuxchevaux | |
We' re gonna put the top down | |
Crank the radio up full | |
Honk at all the cars we meet | |
And let them know we know | |
The sky is so blue... | |
We' re going to the mountains | |
If there' s still a little snow | |
Gonna do some springskiing | |
Go as fast as we can go | |
Give instructions from the chairlift | |
And tell all those tourists to go for it | |
See the shorts and tshirts | |
Go whizzing through the trees | |
With their Hollywood sunglasses | |
And the scratches on their knees | |
Yodelling on the mountainside | |
And cutting the air like chickadees | |
The sky is so blue... | |
We' re going to the cliffs now | |
To see if we can fly | |
I think I could do better | |
With your wing out of my eye | |
You can see for miles up here | |
Open heart in open sky | |
The sky is so blue | |
You can see right through | |
Our hearts they are so big | |
We can' t get through the door | |
That' s what we' re here for |