Song | Sweet Worlds of Angels |
Artist | Violent Femmes |
Album | Rock!!!!! |
作词 : Gano | |
I think that I would like to | |
stroll down a street or two. | |
Stop by some places that I know | |
and see whats become of me. | |
Stay close and comfort. | |
The winds that tear em up. | |
Now, they're breezing out to pasture | |
and I'm breezing in and out. | |
Flow, let it flow. | |
It's just so mellow under my pillow. | |
It's just so mellow I'm surrounded by pillows. | |
Don't feel afraid. | |
I'm a little out of sleep. | |
Just me come to call | |
With my frozen teeth and melted lips. | |
I will come and run to meet the sun | |
when my songs for the morning | |
and then I will smile upon you | |
with my peace and my yearning. | |
Flow, let if flow. | |
It,s just so mellow under my pillow. | |
It,s just so mellow I'm surrounded by pillows. | |
The sun was yellow. | |
Beneath the streaming through the trees. | |
Clouds are great pillows | |
Floating so grandly above the trees | |
Why is everybody so hollow | |
So I kill everything. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Sweet worlds of angels | |
Some never never never die die. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Some never never never die die. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Some never never never die die. | |
Beautiful angels. | |
Don't ever leave me behind. | |
Your all too perfuming of my life. | |
I think that I would like to | |
stroll down a street or two. | |
Stop by some places that I know | |
and see whats become of me. |
zuò cí : Gano | |
I think that I would like to | |
stroll down a street or two. | |
Stop by some places that I know | |
and see whats become of me. | |
Stay close and comfort. | |
The winds that tear em up. | |
Now, they' re breezing out to pasture | |
and I' m breezing in and out. | |
Flow, let it flow. | |
It' s just so mellow under my pillow. | |
It' s just so mellow I' m surrounded by pillows. | |
Don' t feel afraid. | |
I' m a little out of sleep. | |
Just me come to call | |
With my frozen teeth and melted lips. | |
I will come and run to meet the sun | |
when my songs for the morning | |
and then I will smile upon you | |
with my peace and my yearning. | |
Flow, let if flow. | |
It, s just so mellow under my pillow. | |
It, s just so mellow I' m surrounded by pillows. | |
The sun was yellow. | |
Beneath the streaming through the trees. | |
Clouds are great pillows | |
Floating so grandly above the trees | |
Why is everybody so hollow | |
So I kill everything. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Sweet worlds of angels | |
Some never never never die die. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Some never never never die die. | |
Sweet worlds of angels. | |
Some never never never die die. | |
Beautiful angels. | |
Don' t ever leave me behind. | |
Your all too perfuming of my life. | |
I think that I would like to | |
stroll down a street or two. | |
Stop by some places that I know | |
and see whats become of me. |