| Song | What Good Is That |
| Artist | Oh Mercy |
| Album | Privileged Woes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Alexander Gow | |
| 作曲 : Thomas Savage/Alexander Gow | |
| Birds on a fence in a balancing act | |
| As it holds on tight, another jumps on its back | |
| She watches her young as the other one feeds | |
| And closes her eyes and accepts being pleased | |
| You heartless man, your prayer's unfair | |
| She'll burn your face with all desire | |
| Don't you see I've done less than you've to me, you're so naive | |
| Promised herself not to say what I've done wrong, | |
| As I ask myself what good is that? | |
| Anyway, a lost friend of mine, ? | |
| You heartless man, your prayer's unfair | |
| She'll burn your face with all desire | |
| Don't you see I've done less than you've to me, you're so naive |
| zuo ci : Alexander Gow | |
| zuo qu : Thomas Savage Alexander Gow | |
| Birds on a fence in a balancing act | |
| As it holds on tight, another jumps on its back | |
| She watches her young as the other one feeds | |
| And closes her eyes and accepts being pleased | |
| You heartless man, your prayer' s unfair | |
| She' ll burn your face with all desire | |
| Don' t you see I' ve done less than you' ve to me, you' re so naive | |
| Promised herself not to say what I' ve done wrong, | |
| As I ask myself what good is that? | |
| Anyway, a lost friend of mine, ? | |
| You heartless man, your prayer' s unfair | |
| She' ll burn your face with all desire | |
| Don' t you see I' ve done less than you' ve to me, you' re so naive |
| zuò cí : Alexander Gow | |
| zuò qǔ : Thomas Savage Alexander Gow | |
| Birds on a fence in a balancing act | |
| As it holds on tight, another jumps on its back | |
| She watches her young as the other one feeds | |
| And closes her eyes and accepts being pleased | |
| You heartless man, your prayer' s unfair | |
| She' ll burn your face with all desire | |
| Don' t you see I' ve done less than you' ve to me, you' re so naive | |
| Promised herself not to say what I' ve done wrong, | |
| As I ask myself what good is that? | |
| Anyway, a lost friend of mine, ? | |
| You heartless man, your prayer' s unfair | |
| She' ll burn your face with all desire | |
| Don' t you see I' ve done less than you' ve to me, you' re so naive |