Song | Transmission C |
Artist | The Incredible Moses Leroy |
Album | The Incredible Moses Leroy Become the Soft.Lightes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fountenberry | |
Every single day she'd wait on him, wait on him | |
And if he had a stir, she'd give him a spoon | |
But he would never faint with his face out the window | |
Aiming for the sun, but missing the moon | |
It's a quarter past eight, he's mugging his own face | |
Dreaming of the day that his name's in the books | |
And how they'll say they knew him when he was | |
A genius in the brain and a light to the fools | |
Because it must be out there somewhere | |
It's in everything | |
It's in every way | |
He's living through a telescope | |
And if they phone, there's no one home | |
It's another easy day, with rain on the window | |
She has a smile on her face because he'll be in soon | |
He'll get the biggest slice of cake this side of Oklahoma | |
Because it's not about the race, but who finds the truth | |
Where did she go? | |
The words were stuck in his throat | |
What if it's no? | |
Then it all made sense | |
She loved him | |
Now every single day, he stares out the window | |
With the mysteries of space at his back with the moon | |
Because one could build a case, love is the largest | |
Code we'll never break, to try is a fool |
zuo qu : Fountenberry | |
Every single day she' d wait on him, wait on him | |
And if he had a stir, she' d give him a spoon | |
But he would never faint with his face out the window | |
Aiming for the sun, but missing the moon | |
It' s a quarter past eight, he' s mugging his own face | |
Dreaming of the day that his name' s in the books | |
And how they' ll say they knew him when he was | |
A genius in the brain and a light to the fools | |
Because it must be out there somewhere | |
It' s in everything | |
It' s in every way | |
He' s living through a telescope | |
And if they phone, there' s no one home | |
It' s another easy day, with rain on the window | |
She has a smile on her face because he' ll be in soon | |
He' ll get the biggest slice of cake this side of Oklahoma | |
Because it' s not about the race, but who finds the truth | |
Where did she go? | |
The words were stuck in his throat | |
What if it' s no? | |
Then it all made sense | |
She loved him | |
Now every single day, he stares out the window | |
With the mysteries of space at his back with the moon | |
Because one could build a case, love is the largest | |
Code we' ll never break, to try is a fool |
zuò qǔ : Fountenberry | |
Every single day she' d wait on him, wait on him | |
And if he had a stir, she' d give him a spoon | |
But he would never faint with his face out the window | |
Aiming for the sun, but missing the moon | |
It' s a quarter past eight, he' s mugging his own face | |
Dreaming of the day that his name' s in the books | |
And how they' ll say they knew him when he was | |
A genius in the brain and a light to the fools | |
Because it must be out there somewhere | |
It' s in everything | |
It' s in every way | |
He' s living through a telescope | |
And if they phone, there' s no one home | |
It' s another easy day, with rain on the window | |
She has a smile on her face because he' ll be in soon | |
He' ll get the biggest slice of cake this side of Oklahoma | |
Because it' s not about the race, but who finds the truth | |
Where did she go? | |
The words were stuck in his throat | |
What if it' s no? | |
Then it all made sense | |
She loved him | |
Now every single day, he stares out the window | |
With the mysteries of space at his back with the moon | |
Because one could build a case, love is the largest | |
Code we' ll never break, to try is a fool |