Song | Masher |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Full Force Galesburg |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
Most of the brine has got to boil away | |
Most of the air has got to choke you | |
Most of June I spent in jail again | |
I don't mean jail, exactly | |
Up in the pine tree | |
Red squirrel looking down at me | |
I am losing control of the language again | |
I am losing control of the language again | |
Most of the things I used to hold onto | |
Most of the things I used to say to you | |
Most of the ways I knew around the local roads | |
Are disappearing daily | |
High in the cottonwood | |
You were looking down at me and it sure looked good | |
Hair hanging down in the leaves | |
Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow | |
I was losing control of the language again | |
I am losing control of the language again |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
Most of the brine has got to boil away | |
Most of the air has got to choke you | |
Most of June I spent in jail again | |
I don' t mean jail, exactly | |
Up in the pine tree | |
Red squirrel looking down at me | |
I am losing control of the language again | |
I am losing control of the language again | |
Most of the things I used to hold onto | |
Most of the things I used to say to you | |
Most of the ways I knew around the local roads | |
Are disappearing daily | |
High in the cottonwood | |
You were looking down at me and it sure looked good | |
Hair hanging down in the leaves | |
Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow | |
I was losing control of the language again | |
I am losing control of the language again |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
Most of the brine has got to boil away | |
Most of the air has got to choke you | |
Most of June I spent in jail again | |
I don' t mean jail, exactly | |
Up in the pine tree | |
Red squirrel looking down at me | |
I am losing control of the language again | |
I am losing control of the language again | |
Most of the things I used to hold onto | |
Most of the things I used to say to you | |
Most of the ways I knew around the local roads | |
Are disappearing daily | |
High in the cottonwood | |
You were looking down at me and it sure looked good | |
Hair hanging down in the leaves | |
Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow | |
I was losing control of the language again | |
I am losing control of the language again |