Song | Flapping Your Broken Wings |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Last Days of Wonder |
作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
I can still see you there in your grass-stained underwear | |
Dancing crooked circles around the golf course green | |
It must have been three AM when we hopped that chain link fence | |
And ran across the grass in the pouring rain | |
Oh, and you kept falling down | |
And rolling on the ground | |
Like a drunken little bird | |
Flapping its broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
In the green, green grass | |
As with pilgrims with axes, never seen the devil dancing | |
In the silent branches of thousand year old trees | |
As they sailed up the wild coast, leaning from their wooden boat | |
Shooting every pretty bird that rose up from the ****s | |
When the sun began to rise I could see it in your eyes | |
And shining on the golf balls lying in the grass | |
And a rusted chain link fence, a golf cart in a ditch | |
And the colored flags you pulled from all the holes | |
Like jewels on your green dress | |
My lady of the golf course | |
Running in your underwear | |
To greet the cops who'd driven up | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
In the green, green grass | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
In the green, green grass |
zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
I can still see you there in your grassstained underwear | |
Dancing crooked circles around the golf course green | |
It must have been three AM when we hopped that chain link fence | |
And ran across the grass in the pouring rain | |
Oh, and you kept falling down | |
And rolling on the ground | |
Like a drunken little bird | |
Flapping its broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
In the green, green grass | |
As with pilgrims with axes, never seen the devil dancing | |
In the silent branches of thousand year old trees | |
As they sailed up the wild coast, leaning from their wooden boat | |
Shooting every pretty bird that rose up from the s | |
When the sun began to rise I could see it in your eyes | |
And shining on the golf balls lying in the grass | |
And a rusted chain link fence, a golf cart in a ditch | |
And the colored flags you pulled from all the holes | |
Like jewels on your green dress | |
My lady of the golf course | |
Running in your underwear | |
To greet the cops who' d driven up | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
In the green, green grass | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
Flapping your broken wings | |
In the green, green grass |