Song | Distant Stations |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | All Hail West Texas |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside | |
The door of my motel room | |
It was a triangle with soft, rounded edges and a split down the middle of one corner | |
It was darker than English moss, green like the soft frills of a peacock's plume | |
I waited for you but I never told you where I was | |
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations | |
I waited on the steps for you and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot | |
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations | |
Distant stations | |
I saw the sky break | |
I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch of some rosebushes by the motel office | |
Missed him by a good yard or two | |
I sang old songs from nowhere | |
Los Angeles, Albuquerque | |
I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry | |
And I prayed real hard for you | |
I waited for you but I never told you where I was | |
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations | |
I waited on the steps for you and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot | |
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations | |
Distant stations |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside | |
The door of my motel room | |
It was a triangle with soft, rounded edges and a split down the middle of one corner | |
It was darker than English moss, green like the soft frills of a peacock' s plume | |
I waited for you but I never told you where I was | |
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations | |
I waited on the steps for you and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot | |
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations | |
Distant stations | |
I saw the sky break | |
I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch of some rosebushes by the motel office | |
Missed him by a good yard or two | |
I sang old songs from nowhere | |
Los Angeles, Albuquerque | |
I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry | |
And I prayed real hard for you | |
I waited for you but I never told you where I was | |
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations | |
I waited on the steps for you and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot | |
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations | |
Distant stations |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
I found an old rock in the dry dirt outside | |
The door of my motel room | |
It was a triangle with soft, rounded edges and a split down the middle of one corner | |
It was darker than English moss, green like the soft frills of a peacock' s plume | |
I waited for you but I never told you where I was | |
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations | |
I waited on the steps for you and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot | |
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations | |
Distant stations | |
I saw the sky break | |
I threw a rock at a crow who was playing in the mulch of some rosebushes by the motel office | |
Missed him by a good yard or two | |
I sang old songs from nowhere | |
Los Angeles, Albuquerque | |
I said a small prayer for the poor and the naked and the hungry | |
And I prayed real hard for you | |
I waited for you but I never told you where I was | |
It was who taught me how to write these kinds of equations | |
I waited on the steps for you and I hid in the bushes whenever a car pull into the parking lot | |
You taught me how to listen to these distant stations | |
Distant stations |