Song | Lifter Puller |
Artist | Atmosphere |
Album | Seven's Travels |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ant, Slug | |
"Do you really feel? Honestly, I'm asking you of your heart | |
I know I'm not asking you what you know of yourself | |
I'm asking you of what you know of yourself | |
Am I the Jezebel? Am I the Jezebel?" | |
"The Jezebelly." | |
You don't know me | |
You just left me | |
You don't know me | |
You just left me | |
You don't know me | |
You just left me | |
You don't know me | |
You just left me | |
And he was a man | |
Or so he thought | |
Paid attention to the lessons that he taught | |
Second hand me down blessing | |
She was short on patience | |
Carried person hated every day people | |
The plight of the pessimist | |
Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work | |
Television and sexual moments | |
But some times it gets so hopeless | |
When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts block all the sensual moments | |
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love | |
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove | |
Seduced for fun | |
Produce a lot of fight | |
Two youths on the run | |
Learning some truth about life | |
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon | |
The time the talks they share walking around Calhoun | |
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps | |
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep | |
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh | |
I can't read the map, no ones ever seen the path? | |
The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path | |
Oh you going out? what time you gon' be back? | |
'Cause they were two perfect kids | |
In a too perfect worlds | |
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl | |
Lets all take seats | |
Please quiet during the performance | |
Lift her pull her from the orchids | |
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins | |
Lift them pull them from the gardens | |
Your horoscope says we should share an apartment | |
Lift them pull them apart from their gardens | |
Now she was smart | |
She grew up with this complex | |
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world | |
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall | |
Though he'd seen it all | |
Until his all became that girl | |
She said she loves the drugs | |
But when she comes down | |
She speaks about finishing | |
She's convinced its the last visit | |
He doesn't know the difference between come and go | |
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot | |
She dyed her hair black | |
Maybe now she can relax | |
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard | |
He wears an old face and beer gut | |
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements | |
That comes from Mastercard | |
He thinks she sleeps too much | |
She thinks he spends too much | |
He thinks her friends are jokes | |
She thinks he's out of touch | |
He thinks she drinks too much | |
She think he thinks too much | |
It's all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up | |
She has seen a lot of sex | |
He tried to hide his resentment | |
But there wasn't nothing thing left for them to label new | |
But sometimes the obvious ain't simple to see | |
'Cause even the time that they killed | |
Was something that she wasn't accustomed to | |
She never comprehended what to make of it | |
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching | |
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing | |
The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren't leaving | |
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work | |
And live in that congested brain | |
They had old lovers on the side, old flames | |
That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains | |
And each time they mixed up the ingredients | |
They'd re-check the recipe to see maybe they reading it incorrectly | |
Collect me, consume me, release me. snuggle | |
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
And every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world |
zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
" Do you really feel? Honestly, I' m asking you of your heart | |
I know I' m not asking you what you know of yourself | |
I' m asking you of what you know of yourself | |
Am I the Jezebel? Am I the Jezebel?" | |
" The Jezebelly." | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
And he was a man | |
Or so he thought | |
Paid attention to the lessons that he taught | |
Second hand me down blessing | |
She was short on patience | |
Carried person hated every day people | |
The plight of the pessimist | |
Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work | |
Television and sexual moments | |
But some times it gets so hopeless | |
When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts block all the sensual moments | |
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love | |
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove | |
Seduced for fun | |
Produce a lot of fight | |
Two youths on the run | |
Learning some truth about life | |
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon | |
The time the talks they share walking around Calhoun | |
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps | |
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep | |
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh | |
I can' t read the map, no ones ever seen the path? | |
The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path | |
Oh you going out? what time you gon' be back? | |
' Cause they were two perfect kids | |
In a too perfect worlds | |
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl | |
Lets all take seats | |
Please quiet during the performance | |
Lift her pull her from the orchids | |
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins | |
Lift them pull them from the gardens | |
Your horoscope says we should share an apartment | |
Lift them pull them apart from their gardens | |
Now she was smart | |
She grew up with this complex | |
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world | |
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall | |
Though he' d seen it all | |
Until his all became that girl | |
She said she loves the drugs | |
But when she comes down | |
She speaks about finishing | |
She' s convinced its the last visit | |
He doesn' t know the difference between come and go | |
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot | |
She dyed her hair black | |
Maybe now she can relax | |
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard | |
He wears an old face and beer gut | |
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements | |
That comes from Mastercard | |
He thinks she sleeps too much | |
She thinks he spends too much | |
He thinks her friends are jokes | |
She thinks he' s out of touch | |
He thinks she drinks too much | |
She think he thinks too much | |
It' s all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up | |
She has seen a lot of sex | |
He tried to hide his resentment | |
But there wasn' t nothing thing left for them to label new | |
But sometimes the obvious ain' t simple to see | |
' Cause even the time that they killed | |
Was something that she wasn' t accustomed to | |
She never comprehended what to make of it | |
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching | |
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing | |
The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren' t leaving | |
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work | |
And live in that congested brain | |
They had old lovers on the side, old flames | |
That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains | |
And each time they mixed up the ingredients | |
They' d recheck the recipe to see maybe they reading it incorrectly | |
Collect me, consume me, release me. snuggle | |
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
And every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world |
zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
" Do you really feel? Honestly, I' m asking you of your heart | |
I know I' m not asking you what you know of yourself | |
I' m asking you of what you know of yourself | |
Am I the Jezebel? Am I the Jezebel?" | |
" The Jezebelly." | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
You don' t know me | |
You just left me | |
And he was a man | |
Or so he thought | |
Paid attention to the lessons that he taught | |
Second hand me down blessing | |
She was short on patience | |
Carried person hated every day people | |
The plight of the pessimist | |
Habitual living daily schedule consisted of work | |
Television and sexual moments | |
But some times it gets so hopeless | |
When nonsense raises an octave, thoughts block all the sensual moments | |
With a firm grasp on the grudge they both clutched in the name of love | |
Fear of the results had push ever came to shove | |
Seduced for fun | |
Produce a lot of fight | |
Two youths on the run | |
Learning some truth about life | |
And when he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon | |
The time the talks they share walking around Calhoun | |
And when she watches the look on his face as he sleeps | |
She recalls every inch as to how it got this deep | |
Now how am I to know you like the way I laugh | |
I can' t read the map, no ones ever seen the path? | |
The one you take a bath with is the same on the freeze your path | |
Oh you going out? what time you gon' be back? | |
' Cause they were two perfect kids | |
In a too perfect worlds | |
Today the part of man and women will be played by boy and girl | |
Lets all take seats | |
Please quiet during the performance | |
Lift her pull her from the orchids | |
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in the margins | |
Lift them pull them from the gardens | |
Your horoscope says we should share an apartment | |
Lift them pull them apart from their gardens | |
Now she was smart | |
She grew up with this complex | |
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world | |
And he was tall over six no attempt to predict the fall | |
Though he' d seen it all | |
Until his all became that girl | |
She said she loves the drugs | |
But when she comes down | |
She speaks about finishing | |
She' s convinced its the last visit | |
He doesn' t know the difference between come and go | |
Just give him one to grow and watch him collapse inside of a half pivot | |
She dyed her hair black | |
Maybe now she can relax | |
Maybe now the regulars will stare half as hard | |
He wears an old face and beer gut | |
Existence validation printed on the monthly statements | |
That comes from Mastercard | |
He thinks she sleeps too much | |
She thinks he spends too much | |
He thinks her friends are jokes | |
She thinks he' s out of touch | |
He thinks she drinks too much | |
She think he thinks too much | |
It' s all another phase turning the page in the book of growing up | |
She has seen a lot of sex | |
He tried to hide his resentment | |
But there wasn' t nothing thing left for them to label new | |
But sometimes the obvious ain' t simple to see | |
' Cause even the time that they killed | |
Was something that she wasn' t accustomed to | |
She never comprehended what to make of it | |
He was never quite prepared to study the reaching | |
Together they shared the sacred practices of breathing | |
The weather was fair, however the hovering clouds weren' t leaving | |
Discover the little drama demons that hide deep inside the frame work | |
And live in that congested brain | |
They had old lovers on the side, old flames | |
That somehow managed to spark regardless of the pouring rains | |
And each time they mixed up the ingredients | |
They' d recheck the recipe to see maybe they reading it incorrectly | |
Collect me, consume me, release me. snuggle | |
Two geniuses putting together the pieces to a blank puzzle | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
Every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world | |
And every time I chase a squirrel, it rips apart my world |