Song | Lake Geneva |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Milk and Scissors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sparks, Sparks | |
You are crouched before the fire | |
In a state park by the highway | |
And through the heavy pine trees | |
Ten-ton trucks go groaning by | |
Like the screams of your Aunt Barbara | |
Who went crazy in the '70's | |
Wrote poems to Jimmy Carter | |
But forgot to feed her kids | |
But, it's the first time you're together | |
Since he got out of the hospital | |
Raccoons in the darkness | |
Drag off your hot dog buns | |
But, you're happy just to lie there | |
In your plastic tent from Wal-Mart | |
Like sticks and fallen dead leaves | |
To feed the fire of the world | |
Because which is more important | |
To comfort an old woman | |
Or see visions of the heavens | |
In the stumps of fallen trees? | |
Albert Einstein trembled | |
When he saw that time was water | |
Seeping through the rafters | |
To put out this burning world | |
Next morning you're at Waffle House | |
Toast and eggs and hash browns | |
Truckers chain-smoke Camels | |
Over plastic cups of juice | |
And you remember how he cried | |
When they strapped him to the stretcher | |
Convinced his arms were burning | |
With electricity from heaven | |
You remember how he told you | |
That black holes were like Jesus | |
And the crucifix was a battery | |
that filled the air with fire |
zuo ci : Sparks, Sparks | |
You are crouched before the fire | |
In a state park by the highway | |
And through the heavy pine trees | |
Tenton trucks go groaning by | |
Like the screams of your Aunt Barbara | |
Who went crazy in the ' 70' s | |
Wrote poems to Jimmy Carter | |
But forgot to feed her kids | |
But, it' s the first time you' re together | |
Since he got out of the hospital | |
Raccoons in the darkness | |
Drag off your hot dog buns | |
But, you' re happy just to lie there | |
In your plastic tent from WalMart | |
Like sticks and fallen dead leaves | |
To feed the fire of the world | |
Because which is more important | |
To comfort an old woman | |
Or see visions of the heavens | |
In the stumps of fallen trees? | |
Albert Einstein trembled | |
When he saw that time was water | |
Seeping through the rafters | |
To put out this burning world | |
Next morning you' re at Waffle House | |
Toast and eggs and hash browns | |
Truckers chainsmoke Camels | |
Over plastic cups of juice | |
And you remember how he cried | |
When they strapped him to the stretcher | |
Convinced his arms were burning | |
With electricity from heaven | |
You remember how he told you | |
That black holes were like Jesus | |
And the crucifix was a battery | |
that filled the air with fire |
zuò cí : Sparks, Sparks | |
You are crouched before the fire | |
In a state park by the highway | |
And through the heavy pine trees | |
Tenton trucks go groaning by | |
Like the screams of your Aunt Barbara | |
Who went crazy in the ' 70' s | |
Wrote poems to Jimmy Carter | |
But forgot to feed her kids | |
But, it' s the first time you' re together | |
Since he got out of the hospital | |
Raccoons in the darkness | |
Drag off your hot dog buns | |
But, you' re happy just to lie there | |
In your plastic tent from WalMart | |
Like sticks and fallen dead leaves | |
To feed the fire of the world | |
Because which is more important | |
To comfort an old woman | |
Or see visions of the heavens | |
In the stumps of fallen trees? | |
Albert Einstein trembled | |
When he saw that time was water | |
Seeping through the rafters | |
To put out this burning world | |
Next morning you' re at Waffle House | |
Toast and eggs and hash browns | |
Truckers chainsmoke Camels | |
Over plastic cups of juice | |
And you remember how he cried | |
When they strapped him to the stretcher | |
Convinced his arms were burning | |
With electricity from heaven | |
You remember how he told you | |
That black holes were like Jesus | |
And the crucifix was a battery | |
that filled the air with fire |