Song | Josiesomething |
Artist | Zita Swoon |
Album | To Play, To Dreal, To Drift |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carlens | |
Josie said be quiet and she stared into the sun | |
And sent her faith upon a permanent vacaction | |
I never knew somebody who could speak like she's a gun | |
And make the roar sound like a peaceful conversation | |
Josie said now hush | |
Or else the flapping of your tongue will wake the dogs | |
Already on our trail | |
Josie closed her eyers like she had planned to all along | |
Up smack dab in Sorrowville | |
Although we shared the movements lord | |
Although we shared the thoughts | |
We had a very differnt kind of destination | |
If mine was dark and never sure | |
If mine was painted blue | |
Then hers would kill the devil if it hit him | |
Oh man I am stranded | |
Oh man I've done wrong | |
Oh man I pretend that | |
Life still goes on | |
I might as well get wasted | |
Oh sister don't you go | |
She could have been a movie lord | |
She cold have been a song | |
But the real to real would roll it into wrong |
zuo qu : Carlens | |
Josie said be quiet and she stared into the sun | |
And sent her faith upon a permanent vacaction | |
I never knew somebody who could speak like she' s a gun | |
And make the roar sound like a peaceful conversation | |
Josie said now hush | |
Or else the flapping of your tongue will wake the dogs | |
Already on our trail | |
Josie closed her eyers like she had planned to all along | |
Up smack dab in Sorrowville | |
Although we shared the movements lord | |
Although we shared the thoughts | |
We had a very differnt kind of destination | |
If mine was dark and never sure | |
If mine was painted blue | |
Then hers would kill the devil if it hit him | |
Oh man I am stranded | |
Oh man I' ve done wrong | |
Oh man I pretend that | |
Life still goes on | |
I might as well get wasted | |
Oh sister don' t you go | |
She could have been a movie lord | |
She cold have been a song | |
But the real to real would roll it into wrong |
zuò qǔ : Carlens | |
Josie said be quiet and she stared into the sun | |
And sent her faith upon a permanent vacaction | |
I never knew somebody who could speak like she' s a gun | |
And make the roar sound like a peaceful conversation | |
Josie said now hush | |
Or else the flapping of your tongue will wake the dogs | |
Already on our trail | |
Josie closed her eyers like she had planned to all along | |
Up smack dab in Sorrowville | |
Although we shared the movements lord | |
Although we shared the thoughts | |
We had a very differnt kind of destination | |
If mine was dark and never sure | |
If mine was painted blue | |
Then hers would kill the devil if it hit him | |
Oh man I am stranded | |
Oh man I' ve done wrong | |
Oh man I pretend that | |
Life still goes on | |
I might as well get wasted | |
Oh sister don' t you go | |
She could have been a movie lord | |
She cold have been a song | |
But the real to real would roll it into wrong |