Song | Twin Human Highway Flares |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Full Force Galesburg |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
You turned to me and asked me if I'd always be your boy | |
As we drove across the river into western Illinois | |
And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel | |
Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails | |
Wind in your hair, alright | |
Sunset spilling through the rear window | |
Your white t-shirt hugging your shoulders | |
Beaded with sweat | |
On the day that I become so forgetful | |
That all of this melts away | |
I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down | |
To such a worthless day | |
As we walked across the parking lot towards the motel office | |
We were walking with a benediction on us | |
Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky | |
Like a monument to desperation, two floors high | |
A mile and a half from the river | |
We went back to the car to get our overnight bags | |
Sunset spilling through your earrings | |
All over your body | |
When we shut the motel room door behind us | |
We knew we'd hit the motherlode | |
On the day that I forget you | |
I hope my heart explodes |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
You turned to me and asked me if I' d always be your boy | |
As we drove across the river into western Illinois | |
And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel | |
Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails | |
Wind in your hair, alright | |
Sunset spilling through the rear window | |
Your white tshirt hugging your shoulders | |
Beaded with sweat | |
On the day that I become so forgetful | |
That all of this melts away | |
I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down | |
To such a worthless day | |
As we walked across the parking lot towards the motel office | |
We were walking with a benediction on us | |
Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky | |
Like a monument to desperation, two floors high | |
A mile and a half from the river | |
We went back to the car to get our overnight bags | |
Sunset spilling through your earrings | |
All over your body | |
When we shut the motel room door behind us | |
We knew we' d hit the motherlode | |
On the day that I forget you | |
I hope my heart explodes |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
You turned to me and asked me if I' d always be your boy | |
As we drove across the river into western Illinois | |
And on the railroad bridge, half a mile of solid steel | |
Wheels were spitting out sparks, scraping at the rails | |
Wind in your hair, alright | |
Sunset spilling through the rear window | |
Your white tshirt hugging your shoulders | |
Beaded with sweat | |
On the day that I become so forgetful | |
That all of this melts away | |
I will burn all the calendars that counted the years down | |
To such a worthless day | |
As we walked across the parking lot towards the motel office | |
We were walking with a benediction on us | |
Light was everywhere, the building stood against the sky | |
Like a monument to desperation, two floors high | |
A mile and a half from the river | |
We went back to the car to get our overnight bags | |
Sunset spilling through your earrings | |
All over your body | |
When we shut the motel room door behind us | |
We knew we' d hit the motherlode | |
On the day that I forget you | |
I hope my heart explodes |