Song | Sing It Again |
Artist | Beck |
Album | Mutations (International Version) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Beck | |
a town of disrespect | |
the trains are wrecked | |
the night is younger then us | |
nowhere is anywhere else | |
you keep to yourself | |
stirring the dregs where i have layed | |
the exit signs are flashing | |
dead ends they won't come to life anymore | |
i pledge the rest | |
i should have guessed | |
your love was hanging by threads | |
tongues tied under the moon, | |
my love is a room of broken bottles | |
and tangled webs | |
the misers wind their minds | |
like clocks that grind their gears | |
on and on | |
and if its meant | |
some accident | |
some coincidence | |
crumbs fall out of the sky | |
when you wander by | |
the dust clouds blow | |
nobodys home | |
oh won't you lay my bags | |
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again | |
oh won't you lay my bags | |
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again |
zuo ci : Beck | |
a town of disrespect | |
the trains are wrecked | |
the night is younger then us | |
nowhere is anywhere else | |
you keep to yourself | |
stirring the dregs where i have layed | |
the exit signs are flashing | |
dead ends they won' t come to life anymore | |
i pledge the rest | |
i should have guessed | |
your love was hanging by threads | |
tongues tied under the moon, | |
my love is a room of broken bottles | |
and tangled webs | |
the misers wind their minds | |
like clocks that grind their gears | |
on and on | |
and if its meant | |
some accident | |
some coincidence | |
crumbs fall out of the sky | |
when you wander by | |
the dust clouds blow | |
nobodys home | |
oh won' t you lay my bags | |
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again | |
oh won' t you lay my bags | |
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again |
zuò cí : Beck | |
a town of disrespect | |
the trains are wrecked | |
the night is younger then us | |
nowhere is anywhere else | |
you keep to yourself | |
stirring the dregs where i have layed | |
the exit signs are flashing | |
dead ends they won' t come to life anymore | |
i pledge the rest | |
i should have guessed | |
your love was hanging by threads | |
tongues tied under the moon, | |
my love is a room of broken bottles | |
and tangled webs | |
the misers wind their minds | |
like clocks that grind their gears | |
on and on | |
and if its meant | |
some accident | |
some coincidence | |
crumbs fall out of the sky | |
when you wander by | |
the dust clouds blow | |
nobodys home | |
oh won' t you lay my bags | |
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again | |
oh won' t you lay my bags | |
upon on the funeral fire and sing it again |