Song | Make a Plan |
Artist | Saturday Looks Good to Me |
Album | Fill Up the Room |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thomas | |
Swimming through a situation | |
Overwrought with apple seeds and awful poems | |
And it's perpetual | |
Everybody everybody everybody everybody | |
Told you so | |
They say "I told you so." | |
Singing before seven and you're crying by eleven | |
And the bridges overflow | |
But everybody laughing at you | |
Is missing all the action that you buried there under the snow | |
Jenny never worried about the future | |
When she used to have a chaperone | |
She wasn't happy though | |
She would lose her mind a sentence at a time | |
And call me on the telephone | |
It was uncomfortable | |
Singing before seven and you're crying by eleven | |
So the story goes | |
But god is always laughing every time you make a plan | |
So you can never really know | |
And everybody's gonna tell you something different, anyway | |
They think they know but they don't | |
So if you're looking over the edge | |
Where the skyline extends | |
And you don't see your friends | |
(they were right behind you ) | |
But now what did you learn | |
From those factory girls | |
And the rest of the world coming to find you? | |
Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny | |
So theatrical | |
So theatrical | |
Keep it with your secrets | |
In the cabinet with epaulette's and birth control | |
And don't let no one know | |
Singing before seven you'll be crying by eleven | |
And your tears could float a boat | |
And god is always laughing every time you make a plan | |
So you can bury your hands in the snow. |
zuo ci : Thomas | |
Swimming through a situation | |
Overwrought with apple seeds and awful poems | |
And it' s perpetual | |
Everybody everybody everybody everybody | |
Told you so | |
They say " I told you so." | |
Singing before seven and you' re crying by eleven | |
And the bridges overflow | |
But everybody laughing at you | |
Is missing all the action that you buried there under the snow | |
Jenny never worried about the future | |
When she used to have a chaperone | |
She wasn' t happy though | |
She would lose her mind a sentence at a time | |
And call me on the telephone | |
It was uncomfortable | |
Singing before seven and you' re crying by eleven | |
So the story goes | |
But god is always laughing every time you make a plan | |
So you can never really know | |
And everybody' s gonna tell you something different, anyway | |
They think they know but they don' t | |
So if you' re looking over the edge | |
Where the skyline extends | |
And you don' t see your friends | |
they were right behind you | |
But now what did you learn | |
From those factory girls | |
And the rest of the world coming to find you? | |
Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny | |
So theatrical | |
So theatrical | |
Keep it with your secrets | |
In the cabinet with epaulette' s and birth control | |
And don' t let no one know | |
Singing before seven you' ll be crying by eleven | |
And your tears could float a boat | |
And god is always laughing every time you make a plan | |
So you can bury your hands in the snow. |
zuò cí : Thomas | |
Swimming through a situation | |
Overwrought with apple seeds and awful poems | |
And it' s perpetual | |
Everybody everybody everybody everybody | |
Told you so | |
They say " I told you so." | |
Singing before seven and you' re crying by eleven | |
And the bridges overflow | |
But everybody laughing at you | |
Is missing all the action that you buried there under the snow | |
Jenny never worried about the future | |
When she used to have a chaperone | |
She wasn' t happy though | |
She would lose her mind a sentence at a time | |
And call me on the telephone | |
It was uncomfortable | |
Singing before seven and you' re crying by eleven | |
So the story goes | |
But god is always laughing every time you make a plan | |
So you can never really know | |
And everybody' s gonna tell you something different, anyway | |
They think they know but they don' t | |
So if you' re looking over the edge | |
Where the skyline extends | |
And you don' t see your friends | |
they were right behind you | |
But now what did you learn | |
From those factory girls | |
And the rest of the world coming to find you? | |
Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny Jenny | |
So theatrical | |
So theatrical | |
Keep it with your secrets | |
In the cabinet with epaulette' s and birth control | |
And don' t let no one know | |
Singing before seven you' ll be crying by eleven | |
And your tears could float a boat | |
And god is always laughing every time you make a plan | |
So you can bury your hands in the snow. |