Song | Can't Get My Mind Around You |
Artist | The Philosopher Kings |
Album | The Philosopher Kings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Levine | |
I saw a foreign movie | |
at my girlfriend's place last night | |
through smooth pictures in a | |
dream of black and white | |
saw this girl with the clean soul | |
of a maharani queen | |
she reminded me of someone | |
I know | |
the lines she was reading | |
seemed to reach just this man | |
though her painted lips hung | |
words I couldn't understand | |
and a I turned out the station | |
swear she spoke to me alone | |
she said 'please, ain't it time you | |
come home' | |
for the doorway I started | |
light headed and heavyhearted | |
can't move on, can't get through | |
I just can't get my mind around you | |
I could feel myself falling, | |
it's my spirit that's been cut | |
torn through shattered muscle to | |
put the ginger in my blood | |
now my baby calls me, | |
and my name falls down like rain | |
'cause I'm back in your soft | |
smile again | |
and on my soul you wage your war | |
with your nerve gas and your | |
mortar | |
and I can't fight, I can't move | |
I just can't get my mind around you |
zuo qu : Levine | |
I saw a foreign movie | |
at my girlfriend' s place last night | |
through smooth pictures in a | |
dream of black and white | |
saw this girl with the clean soul | |
of a maharani queen | |
she reminded me of someone | |
I know | |
the lines she was reading | |
seemed to reach just this man | |
though her painted lips hung | |
words I couldn' t understand | |
and a I turned out the station | |
swear she spoke to me alone | |
she said ' please, ain' t it time you | |
come home' | |
for the doorway I started | |
light headed and heavyhearted | |
can' t move on, can' t get through | |
I just can' t get my mind around you | |
I could feel myself falling, | |
it' s my spirit that' s been cut | |
torn through shattered muscle to | |
put the ginger in my blood | |
now my baby calls me, | |
and my name falls down like rain | |
' cause I' m back in your soft | |
smile again | |
and on my soul you wage your war | |
with your nerve gas and your | |
mortar | |
and I can' t fight, I can' t move | |
I just can' t get my mind around you |
zuò qǔ : Levine | |
I saw a foreign movie | |
at my girlfriend' s place last night | |
through smooth pictures in a | |
dream of black and white | |
saw this girl with the clean soul | |
of a maharani queen | |
she reminded me of someone | |
I know | |
the lines she was reading | |
seemed to reach just this man | |
though her painted lips hung | |
words I couldn' t understand | |
and a I turned out the station | |
swear she spoke to me alone | |
she said ' please, ain' t it time you | |
come home' | |
for the doorway I started | |
light headed and heavyhearted | |
can' t move on, can' t get through | |
I just can' t get my mind around you | |
I could feel myself falling, | |
it' s my spirit that' s been cut | |
torn through shattered muscle to | |
put the ginger in my blood | |
now my baby calls me, | |
and my name falls down like rain | |
' cause I' m back in your soft | |
smile again | |
and on my soul you wage your war | |
with your nerve gas and your | |
mortar | |
and I can' t fight, I can' t move | |
I just can' t get my mind around you |