Song | Scenes from a Vinyl Recliner |
Artist | Toad the Wet Sprocket |
Album | Bread & Circus |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
High on a wire | |
Poised for an imminent fall | |
Clowns always smile | |
Greasepaint and lust in their pores | |
Start to sway and i hold your hand | |
Fall, the smile surrounds his head | |
Hot ashes, clay | |
Hot ashes fade | |
To lean, to err, too far along for me | |
To wait around, to smile is to accept | |
In center ring | |
Rolling in sawdust and hay | |
Covered in paint | |
Damn everything but the circus | |
Damn the men and the women who stare | |
At the freaks in the cages and snares | |
Hot ashes, clay | |
Hot ashes fade | |
To win, to err, to fall too far for safety | |
To lean, to wait a while is too easy | |
To lean towards, to fall too far for me | |
To wait a while around is too easy | |
To lean too long, to fall too far for safety | |
To seem to smile, to lie is to accept |
zuo ci : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
High on a wire | |
Poised for an imminent fall | |
Clowns always smile | |
Greasepaint and lust in their pores | |
Start to sway and i hold your hand | |
Fall, the smile surrounds his head | |
Hot ashes, clay | |
Hot ashes fade | |
To lean, to err, too far along for me | |
To wait around, to smile is to accept | |
In center ring | |
Rolling in sawdust and hay | |
Covered in paint | |
Damn everything but the circus | |
Damn the men and the women who stare | |
At the freaks in the cages and snares | |
Hot ashes, clay | |
Hot ashes fade | |
To win, to err, to fall too far for safety | |
To lean, to wait a while is too easy | |
To lean towards, to fall too far for me | |
To wait a while around is too easy | |
To lean too long, to fall too far for safety | |
To seem to smile, to lie is to accept |
zuò cí : Dinning, Guss, Nichols ... | |
High on a wire | |
Poised for an imminent fall | |
Clowns always smile | |
Greasepaint and lust in their pores | |
Start to sway and i hold your hand | |
Fall, the smile surrounds his head | |
Hot ashes, clay | |
Hot ashes fade | |
To lean, to err, too far along for me | |
To wait around, to smile is to accept | |
In center ring | |
Rolling in sawdust and hay | |
Covered in paint | |
Damn everything but the circus | |
Damn the men and the women who stare | |
At the freaks in the cages and snares | |
Hot ashes, clay | |
Hot ashes fade | |
To win, to err, to fall too far for safety | |
To lean, to wait a while is too easy | |
To lean towards, to fall too far for me | |
To wait a while around is too easy | |
To lean too long, to fall too far for safety | |
To seem to smile, to lie is to accept |