Song | Getting the Done Job |
Artist | The Books |
Album | Thought for Food |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : De Jong, Zammuto | |
Ear to the ground | |
I sift through piles of fallen letters | |
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves | |
A part of the hanging garden of the city | |
Downtown the sounds of single people | |
Doing nothing | |
Nose to the wall | |
I follow paths of tiny fissures | |
Falling trapeze, the Japanese | |
Are watching the garden growing on an island | |
Surround the mound and run your fingers | |
Through the filings | |
Nose to the wall | |
I follow paths of tiny fissures | |
Falling trapeze, the Japanese | |
Are watching the garden growing on an island | |
Surround the mound and run your fingers | |
Through the filings | |
Ear to the ground | |
I sift through piles of fallen letters | |
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves | |
A part of the hanging garden of the city | |
Downtown the sounds of single people | |
Doing nothing |
zuo qu : De Jong, Zammuto | |
Ear to the ground | |
I sift through piles of fallen letters | |
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves | |
A part of the hanging garden of the city | |
Downtown the sounds of single people | |
Doing nothing | |
Nose to the wall | |
I follow paths of tiny fissures | |
Falling trapeze, the Japanese | |
Are watching the garden growing on an island | |
Surround the mound and run your fingers | |
Through the filings | |
Nose to the wall | |
I follow paths of tiny fissures | |
Falling trapeze, the Japanese | |
Are watching the garden growing on an island | |
Surround the mound and run your fingers | |
Through the filings | |
Ear to the ground | |
I sift through piles of fallen letters | |
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves | |
A part of the hanging garden of the city | |
Downtown the sounds of single people | |
Doing nothing |
zuò qǔ : De Jong, Zammuto | |
Ear to the ground | |
I sift through piles of fallen letters | |
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves | |
A part of the hanging garden of the city | |
Downtown the sounds of single people | |
Doing nothing | |
Nose to the wall | |
I follow paths of tiny fissures | |
Falling trapeze, the Japanese | |
Are watching the garden growing on an island | |
Surround the mound and run your fingers | |
Through the filings | |
Nose to the wall | |
I follow paths of tiny fissures | |
Falling trapeze, the Japanese | |
Are watching the garden growing on an island | |
Surround the mound and run your fingers | |
Through the filings | |
Ear to the ground | |
I sift through piles of fallen letters | |
Copying keys, roll down my sleeves | |
A part of the hanging garden of the city | |
Downtown the sounds of single people | |
Doing nothing |