Song | Lil Wallet Picture |
Artist | Richard Buckner |
Album | Devotion + Doubt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buckner | |
Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, | |
you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears. | |
As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. | |
Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we'll be on that highway. | |
Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. | |
Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. | |
The lights on the street, when I'd walk to you @ night, were so badly lit: | |
Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. | |
I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load. | |
There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free | |
Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad |
zuo ci : Buckner | |
Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, | |
you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears. | |
As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. | |
Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we' ll be on that highway. | |
Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. | |
Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. | |
The lights on the street, when I' d walk to you night, were so badly lit: | |
Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. | |
I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load. | |
There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free | |
Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad |
zuò cí : Buckner | |
Underspent and too young, too. I stumbled onto a picture of you, | |
you wild, bitter tale, all cherry, oak and tears. | |
As the branches look in, the summer is done. We are too, dear. | |
Pull back the drape and let the silent light in. Soon, we' ll be on that highway. | |
Damn this stretch of 99, that takes so many lives. One of them was mine. | |
Hand me that lil wallet picture in 1985 one more time. | |
The lights on the street, when I' d walk to you night, were so badly lit: | |
Yeah, there were four lil flames: his, mine and yours and the torch in the attic. | |
I woke up late and kissed you away as you packed up your load. | |
There was one last look and the Uhaul broke free | |
Now the ditches are flooded over the backroad |