Song | I Feel the Rain Fall |
Artist | Red House Painters |
Album | Songs for a Blue Guitar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kozelek | |
I Feel the Rain Fall | |
Red House Painters | |
i feel the rain fall | |
down my back | |
i'm going back | |
to my place of work | |
to get things done | |
to get them right | |
but i'll mess them up | |
and i always do | |
buried in words about you | |
this year, oh what a year | |
i layed around | |
just feeling down | |
and from our happy room | |
i watched the seasons as they flew | |
and then when christmas came | |
i layed my head to rest in chains | |
cause with my finished work | |
i turn my head back | |
still didn't work | |
and i put it to bed | |
you often swore to find me dead | |
too many times enough | |
to start again | |
to give it up | |
and then the morning came | |
til i felt day | |
til i'm awake | |
cause with my finished work | |
i turn my head back | |
still didn't work | |
i feel the rain fall | |
down my back | |
i'm going back |
zuo ci : Kozelek | |
I Feel the Rain Fall | |
Red House Painters | |
i feel the rain fall | |
down my back | |
i' m going back | |
to my place of work | |
to get things done | |
to get them right | |
but i' ll mess them up | |
and i always do | |
buried in words about you | |
this year, oh what a year | |
i layed around | |
just feeling down | |
and from our happy room | |
i watched the seasons as they flew | |
and then when christmas came | |
i layed my head to rest in chains | |
cause with my finished work | |
i turn my head back | |
still didn' t work | |
and i put it to bed | |
you often swore to find me dead | |
too many times enough | |
to start again | |
to give it up | |
and then the morning came | |
til i felt day | |
til i' m awake | |
cause with my finished work | |
i turn my head back | |
still didn' t work | |
i feel the rain fall | |
down my back | |
i' m going back |
zuò cí : Kozelek | |
I Feel the Rain Fall | |
Red House Painters | |
i feel the rain fall | |
down my back | |
i' m going back | |
to my place of work | |
to get things done | |
to get them right | |
but i' ll mess them up | |
and i always do | |
buried in words about you | |
this year, oh what a year | |
i layed around | |
just feeling down | |
and from our happy room | |
i watched the seasons as they flew | |
and then when christmas came | |
i layed my head to rest in chains | |
cause with my finished work | |
i turn my head back | |
still didn' t work | |
and i put it to bed | |
you often swore to find me dead | |
too many times enough | |
to start again | |
to give it up | |
and then the morning came | |
til i felt day | |
til i' m awake | |
cause with my finished work | |
i turn my head back | |
still didn' t work | |
i feel the rain fall | |
down my back | |
i' m going back |