Song | Backwards And Forwards |
Artist | Aztec Camera |
Album | Knife |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
Craze my hair and shine my shoes, | |
And kiss the kiss that | |
I could lose, | |
And I looked at what | |
I have, And | |
I have one wish, | |
And I looked back in your eyes, | |
And there were two words, | |
Backwards and forwards. | |
Here lies the essence of my peers, | |
Handshakes, hellos and golden years, | |
See it smiling through its teeth, | |
It's the whore who has to die, | |
Unhappy, underneath, | |
And it's long learned not to show it, | |
Get backwards and forwards. | |
How come when | |
I'm gone I get the blues? | |
Or something special that | |
I might confuse, | |
With getting gifts | |
I'm not at liberty to use. | |
It's cold to the touch and older than | |
I know, And when the world's with me too much, | |
I say she comes and then it goes. | |
Could completeness still appeal, | |
To one who thinks what he should feel? | |
And it stares me in the face, | |
And holds me speechless, | |
And I look back in your eyes, | |
And see your eyes gaze, | |
See your eyes gaze into mine, | |
Forever. |
zuo ci : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
Craze my hair and shine my shoes, | |
And kiss the kiss that | |
I could lose, | |
And I looked at what | |
I have, And | |
I have one wish, | |
And I looked back in your eyes, | |
And there were two words, | |
Backwards and forwards. | |
Here lies the essence of my peers, | |
Handshakes, hellos and golden years, | |
See it smiling through its teeth, | |
It' s the whore who has to die, | |
Unhappy, underneath, | |
And it' s long learned not to show it, | |
Get backwards and forwards. | |
How come when | |
I' m gone I get the blues? | |
Or something special that | |
I might confuse, | |
With getting gifts | |
I' m not at liberty to use. | |
It' s cold to the touch and older than | |
I know, And when the world' s with me too much, | |
I say she comes and then it goes. | |
Could completeness still appeal, | |
To one who thinks what he should feel? | |
And it stares me in the face, | |
And holds me speechless, | |
And I look back in your eyes, | |
And see your eyes gaze, | |
See your eyes gaze into mine, | |
Forever. |
zuò cí : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
Craze my hair and shine my shoes, | |
And kiss the kiss that | |
I could lose, | |
And I looked at what | |
I have, And | |
I have one wish, | |
And I looked back in your eyes, | |
And there were two words, | |
Backwards and forwards. | |
Here lies the essence of my peers, | |
Handshakes, hellos and golden years, | |
See it smiling through its teeth, | |
It' s the whore who has to die, | |
Unhappy, underneath, | |
And it' s long learned not to show it, | |
Get backwards and forwards. | |
How come when | |
I' m gone I get the blues? | |
Or something special that | |
I might confuse, | |
With getting gifts | |
I' m not at liberty to use. | |
It' s cold to the touch and older than | |
I know, And when the world' s with me too much, | |
I say she comes and then it goes. | |
Could completeness still appeal, | |
To one who thinks what he should feel? | |
And it stares me in the face, | |
And holds me speechless, | |
And I look back in your eyes, | |
And see your eyes gaze, | |
See your eyes gaze into mine, | |
Forever. |