Song | Ants Marching |
Artist | Dave Matthews Band |
Album | Live In Atlantic City |
作曲 : Matthews | |
He wakes up in the morning | |
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling | |
Never changes a thing | |
The week ends the week begins | |
She thinks, we look at each other | |
Wondering what the other is thinking | |
But we never say a thing | |
These crimes between us grow deeper | |
Goes to visit his mommy | |
She feeds him well his concerns | |
He forgets them | |
And remembers being small | |
Playing under the table and dreaming | |
Take these chances | |
Place them in a box until a quieter time | |
Lights down, you up and die | |
Driving in on this highway | |
All these cars and upon the sidewalk | |
People in every direction | |
No words exchanged | |
No time to exchange | |
And all the little ants are marching | |
Red and black antennas waving | |
They all do it the same | |
They all do it the same way | |
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a | |
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss | |
Program cutting the corners | |
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut | |
On the fence, could not to offend | |
Cut, cut, cut, cut | |
Take these chances | |
Place them in a box until a quieter time | |
Lights down, you up and die |
zuò qǔ : Matthews | |
He wakes up in the morning | |
Does his teeth bite to eat and he' s rolling | |
Never changes a thing | |
The week ends the week begins | |
She thinks, we look at each other | |
Wondering what the other is thinking | |
But we never say a thing | |
These crimes between us grow deeper | |
Goes to visit his mommy | |
She feeds him well his concerns | |
He forgets them | |
And remembers being small | |
Playing under the table and dreaming | |
Take these chances | |
Place them in a box until a quieter time | |
Lights down, you up and die | |
Driving in on this highway | |
All these cars and upon the sidewalk | |
People in every direction | |
No words exchanged | |
No time to exchange | |
And all the little ants are marching | |
Red and black antennas waving | |
They all do it the same | |
They all do it the same way | |
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a | |
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss | |
Program cutting the corners | |
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut | |
On the fence, could not to offend | |
Cut, cut, cut, cut | |
Take these chances | |
Place them in a box until a quieter time | |
Lights down, you up and die |