Song | Greasy Jungle |
Artist | The Tragically Hip |
Album | Day for Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tragically Hip | |
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir | |
Easy tangles the easiest so far | |
I drove down your road | |
To Hazeldean where I tasted | |
Your funeral home's | |
Sandwiches and coffee | |
I saw your hands melt | |
Into one another | |
I saw you grieve and grow | |
Care a lot about one another | |
I stood at your sink | |
And I felt your warm water | |
I washed your dishes | |
And I looked out your kitchen window | |
Where I saw a soulful | |
Gymnast melt in the air and shudder | |
Just above the snow | |
Making moves that just weren't there | |
Velvet callow | |
With wet hands I turned out the lights | |
And breathing shallow | |
Hesitated then went upstairs | |
Where I picked up your housecoat | |
Dried my hands and touched your hair | |
And just then you awoke | |
You could never really barely care | |
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir |
zuo ci : Tragically Hip | |
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir | |
Easy tangles the easiest so far | |
I drove down your road | |
To Hazeldean where I tasted | |
Your funeral home' s | |
Sandwiches and coffee | |
I saw your hands melt | |
Into one another | |
I saw you grieve and grow | |
Care a lot about one another | |
I stood at your sink | |
And I felt your warm water | |
I washed your dishes | |
And I looked out your kitchen window | |
Where I saw a soulful | |
Gymnast melt in the air and shudder | |
Just above the snow | |
Making moves that just weren' t there | |
Velvet callow | |
With wet hands I turned out the lights | |
And breathing shallow | |
Hesitated then went upstairs | |
Where I picked up your housecoat | |
Dried my hands and touched your hair | |
And just then you awoke | |
You could never really barely care | |
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir |
zuò cí : Tragically Hip | |
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir | |
Easy tangles the easiest so far | |
I drove down your road | |
To Hazeldean where I tasted | |
Your funeral home' s | |
Sandwiches and coffee | |
I saw your hands melt | |
Into one another | |
I saw you grieve and grow | |
Care a lot about one another | |
I stood at your sink | |
And I felt your warm water | |
I washed your dishes | |
And I looked out your kitchen window | |
Where I saw a soulful | |
Gymnast melt in the air and shudder | |
Just above the snow | |
Making moves that just weren' t there | |
Velvet callow | |
With wet hands I turned out the lights | |
And breathing shallow | |
Hesitated then went upstairs | |
Where I picked up your housecoat | |
Dried my hands and touched your hair | |
And just then you awoke | |
You could never really barely care | |
Greasy jungle, metropolis noir |