Song | Waiting for Martin |
Artist | Spirit of the West |
Album | Star Trails |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ... | |
I'm waiting for Martin, in a theatre that's darkened | |
I found a secret box in Christchruch | |
Bought a new pen making sure that it works | |
He lives in two flats that stand back to back | |
From here rang the bells of the submarine | |
Squeezed out from amongst the figurines | |
We hunt him down and flock to him from miles around | |
Drop a soft bomb and a sketch book | |
In for tea and a quick look | |
At the Big Chill... | |
At the Big Chill... | |
He spies the trashcan, picks up a bottle and tosses it in | |
Here where the two flats meet | |
Here on the clean side of his street | |
I'm standing with Martin amongst the crates and the cartons | |
My head was spinning and it never stopped | |
I got a rubber neck in this cracker joke shop | |
And they, they walk him down | |
A pilgrimage from world's around | |
Marching with their pens and sketchbooks | |
In for tea and one brave word | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... |
zuo qu : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ... | |
I' m waiting for Martin, in a theatre that' s darkened | |
I found a secret box in Christchruch | |
Bought a new pen making sure that it works | |
He lives in two flats that stand back to back | |
From here rang the bells of the submarine | |
Squeezed out from amongst the figurines | |
We hunt him down and flock to him from miles around | |
Drop a soft bomb and a sketch book | |
In for tea and a quick look | |
At the Big Chill... | |
At the Big Chill... | |
He spies the trashcan, picks up a bottle and tosses it in | |
Here where the two flats meet | |
Here on the clean side of his street | |
I' m standing with Martin amongst the crates and the cartons | |
My head was spinning and it never stopped | |
I got a rubber neck in this cracker joke shop | |
And they, they walk him down | |
A pilgrimage from world' s around | |
Marching with their pens and sketchbooks | |
In for tea and one brave word | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... |
zuò qǔ : Ditrich, Kelly, Mann, McMillan ... | |
I' m waiting for Martin, in a theatre that' s darkened | |
I found a secret box in Christchruch | |
Bought a new pen making sure that it works | |
He lives in two flats that stand back to back | |
From here rang the bells of the submarine | |
Squeezed out from amongst the figurines | |
We hunt him down and flock to him from miles around | |
Drop a soft bomb and a sketch book | |
In for tea and a quick look | |
At the Big Chill... | |
At the Big Chill... | |
He spies the trashcan, picks up a bottle and tosses it in | |
Here where the two flats meet | |
Here on the clean side of his street | |
I' m standing with Martin amongst the crates and the cartons | |
My head was spinning and it never stopped | |
I got a rubber neck in this cracker joke shop | |
And they, they walk him down | |
A pilgrimage from world' s around | |
Marching with their pens and sketchbooks | |
In for tea and one brave word | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... | |
With the Big Chill... |