Song | The Old Fisher Burial Ground |
Artist | Polar Bear Club |
Album | Chasing Hamburg |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Polar Bear Club | |
There's always music playing near the fountains | |
And I don't think I've ever seen the band | |
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard | |
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
The sound of footsteps | |
Makes room tones fade and drown | |
There are speakers on a pole in every corner | |
The wires go unchecked for days and days | |
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings | |
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
The sound of footsteps | |
Makes room tones fade and drown | |
Like reveille at dawn to me | |
The floor is shaking | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
Seven stones, they stand on city limits | |
With their backs to the town | |
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it | |
It's how they wanted to be found | |
No escape, no relationship | |
No escape and only one to miss | |
There's the Fisher plot off highway 22 | |
It overlooks the road from raised ground | |
Seven stones, they stand on city limits | |
With their backs to the town | |
No one knows the story, it's how they'd want it | |
It's how they wanted to be found | |
No escape | |
No relationship | |
I know I'm small-time | |
I know this city's mind | |
I've seen some places | |
So what I take and what I leave are one the same | |
One and the same | |
They're nothing |
zuo qu : Polar Bear Club | |
There' s always music playing near the fountains | |
And I don' t think I' ve ever seen the band | |
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard | |
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
The sound of footsteps | |
Makes room tones fade and drown | |
There are speakers on a pole in every corner | |
The wires go unchecked for days and days | |
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings | |
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
The sound of footsteps | |
Makes room tones fade and drown | |
Like reveille at dawn to me | |
The floor is shaking | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
Seven stones, they stand on city limits | |
With their backs to the town | |
No one knows the story, it' s how they' d want it | |
It' s how they wanted to be found | |
No escape, no relationship | |
No escape and only one to miss | |
There' s the Fisher plot off highway 22 | |
It overlooks the road from raised ground | |
Seven stones, they stand on city limits | |
With their backs to the town | |
No one knows the story, it' s how they' d want it | |
It' s how they wanted to be found | |
No escape | |
No relationship | |
I know I' m smalltime | |
I know this city' s mind | |
I' ve seen some places | |
So what I take and what I leave are one the same | |
One and the same | |
They' re nothing |
zuò qǔ : Polar Bear Club | |
There' s always music playing near the fountains | |
And I don' t think I' ve ever seen the band | |
The people, they walk briskly through the courtyard | |
With their kids and plastic bags in either hand | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
The sound of footsteps | |
Makes room tones fade and drown | |
There are speakers on a pole in every corner | |
The wires go unchecked for days and days | |
Dry leaves gather at bases of buildings | |
What will become of here when wires fray, when wires fray | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
The sound of footsteps | |
Makes room tones fade and drown | |
Like reveille at dawn to me | |
The floor is shaking | |
All this waiting | |
And no one is calling out | |
Seven stones, they stand on city limits | |
With their backs to the town | |
No one knows the story, it' s how they' d want it | |
It' s how they wanted to be found | |
No escape, no relationship | |
No escape and only one to miss | |
There' s the Fisher plot off highway 22 | |
It overlooks the road from raised ground | |
Seven stones, they stand on city limits | |
With their backs to the town | |
No one knows the story, it' s how they' d want it | |
It' s how they wanted to be found | |
No escape | |
No relationship | |
I know I' m smalltime | |
I know this city' s mind | |
I' ve seen some places | |
So what I take and what I leave are one the same | |
One and the same | |
They' re nothing |