Song | Priest Alley Song |
Artist | Red House Painters |
Album | Songs for a Blue Guitar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kozelek | |
going past golden gate elementary everyday kids down colorful hill recess and fire drill she likes the side without the heat where the sun don't beat she likes the cooler side of washington street hummingbirds, pigeons and doves hover rooftops above light shine down into the tides over hillsides see where the bridge and mountian meet at the mouth of the sea and where the sailboats live a day and turn away with the purple evening losing our loving hold in the skies flourescent glow she takes her thoughts and cares into the moonlit alley stairs still in my hand i feel the sting the sound of bells ring and the memory of the face never washes away the current evening |
zuo ci : Kozelek | |
going past golden gate elementary everyday kids down colorful hill recess and fire drill she likes the side without the heat where the sun don' t beat she likes the cooler side of washington street hummingbirds, pigeons and doves hover rooftops above light shine down into the tides over hillsides see where the bridge and mountian meet at the mouth of the sea and where the sailboats live a day and turn away with the purple evening losing our loving hold in the skies flourescent glow she takes her thoughts and cares into the moonlit alley stairs still in my hand i feel the sting the sound of bells ring and the memory of the face never washes away the current evening |
zuò cí : Kozelek | |
going past golden gate elementary everyday kids down colorful hill recess and fire drill she likes the side without the heat where the sun don' t beat she likes the cooler side of washington street hummingbirds, pigeons and doves hover rooftops above light shine down into the tides over hillsides see where the bridge and mountian meet at the mouth of the sea and where the sailboats live a day and turn away with the purple evening losing our loving hold in the skies flourescent glow she takes her thoughts and cares into the moonlit alley stairs still in my hand i feel the sting the sound of bells ring and the memory of the face never washes away the current evening |