Song | My Love Is a Fever |
Artist | Over the Rhine |
Album | Amateur Shortwave Radio |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
My love is a fever | |
My love is a fable | |
My love is jazz licks | |
Improvised by toddlers | |
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme | |
And firelight | |
My love is a metamorphosis | |
Reason cold logic | |
Intuitively speaking | |
My love is syncopated | |
Spoon-fed ignorant | |
Well-read | |
My love is singular | |
My love is commonplace | |
As a gravedigger's own birthplace | |
My love is a medicine | |
Feeds the sick heals the poor | |
Turns up the volume on the blind | |
My word it's a trip | |
Like a migraine | |
On a moving train | |
It parachutes aeroplanes | |
Watch it fly | |
Eyes soar hands clap | |
Ears ring it's a sand trap | |
Hair raising amazing | |
Grey city transformations | |
As lips sink stomachs ache | |
Monkeys shine fire flies | |
Foxes trot hobs knob | |
Porches swing brains storm | |
Hearts attack and air supplies | |
Heads light tails spin | |
Steeples chase you along your chin | |
Rock slides | |
Out of the woods now | |
A virgin in buckskin | |
Moccasins tall thin | |
She plays your mandolin | |
So maudlin you begin to spin | |
Out of the woods now |
zuo ci : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
My love is a fever | |
My love is a fable | |
My love is jazz licks | |
Improvised by toddlers | |
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme | |
And firelight | |
My love is a metamorphosis | |
Reason cold logic | |
Intuitively speaking | |
My love is syncopated | |
Spoonfed ignorant | |
Wellread | |
My love is singular | |
My love is commonplace | |
As a gravedigger' s own birthplace | |
My love is a medicine | |
Feeds the sick heals the poor | |
Turns up the volume on the blind | |
My word it' s a trip | |
Like a migraine | |
On a moving train | |
It parachutes aeroplanes | |
Watch it fly | |
Eyes soar hands clap | |
Ears ring it' s a sand trap | |
Hair raising amazing | |
Grey city transformations | |
As lips sink stomachs ache | |
Monkeys shine fire flies | |
Foxes trot hobs knob | |
Porches swing brains storm | |
Hearts attack and air supplies | |
Heads light tails spin | |
Steeples chase you along your chin | |
Rock slides | |
Out of the woods now | |
A virgin in buckskin | |
Moccasins tall thin | |
She plays your mandolin | |
So maudlin you begin to spin | |
Out of the woods now |
zuò cí : Detweiler, Hordinski | |
My love is a fever | |
My love is a fable | |
My love is jazz licks | |
Improvised by toddlers | |
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme | |
And firelight | |
My love is a metamorphosis | |
Reason cold logic | |
Intuitively speaking | |
My love is syncopated | |
Spoonfed ignorant | |
Wellread | |
My love is singular | |
My love is commonplace | |
As a gravedigger' s own birthplace | |
My love is a medicine | |
Feeds the sick heals the poor | |
Turns up the volume on the blind | |
My word it' s a trip | |
Like a migraine | |
On a moving train | |
It parachutes aeroplanes | |
Watch it fly | |
Eyes soar hands clap | |
Ears ring it' s a sand trap | |
Hair raising amazing | |
Grey city transformations | |
As lips sink stomachs ache | |
Monkeys shine fire flies | |
Foxes trot hobs knob | |
Porches swing brains storm | |
Hearts attack and air supplies | |
Heads light tails spin | |
Steeples chase you along your chin | |
Rock slides | |
Out of the woods now | |
A virgin in buckskin | |
Moccasins tall thin | |
She plays your mandolin | |
So maudlin you begin to spin | |
Out of the woods now |