Song | See To Me |
Artist | Buffalo Tom |
Album | Smitten |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffalo Tom | |
It's a cold northern rain | |
Two degrees above freezing day | |
I'm standing outside the chinese | |
With a glow lamp to light my way | |
See to me now | |
There's no manual to show you how | |
But there's reams of scrapbooks in my basement | |
And a spiral staircase down | |
So pour it out | |
It's just a fairytale | |
You can't even trust yourself | |
You've got to mark your trail | |
Yeah, people from our past | |
Their appeal just don't last | |
Write them off for dead and then | |
You've realized they've died too fast | |
I'm supposed to be a rock | |
But I could not bear the shock | |
All a wreck at the airport | |
My nerves are all | |
I got So pour it out | |
It's just a fairytale | |
You can't convince yourself | |
That you're on the right trail | |
You see through | |
My eyes But you'll never see through me | |
But I wish you all the best | |
That I must confess | |
I did not think | |
I passed or failed | |
But it should not be a test | |
So pour it out | |
It's just a fairytale | |
You don't even hear yourself | |
You're just whistling down the trail | |
You can see through me | |
You can see through me |
zuo ci : Buffalo Tom | |
It' s a cold northern rain | |
Two degrees above freezing day | |
I' m standing outside the chinese | |
With a glow lamp to light my way | |
See to me now | |
There' s no manual to show you how | |
But there' s reams of scrapbooks in my basement | |
And a spiral staircase down | |
So pour it out | |
It' s just a fairytale | |
You can' t even trust yourself | |
You' ve got to mark your trail | |
Yeah, people from our past | |
Their appeal just don' t last | |
Write them off for dead and then | |
You' ve realized they' ve died too fast | |
I' m supposed to be a rock | |
But I could not bear the shock | |
All a wreck at the airport | |
My nerves are all | |
I got So pour it out | |
It' s just a fairytale | |
You can' t convince yourself | |
That you' re on the right trail | |
You see through | |
My eyes But you' ll never see through me | |
But I wish you all the best | |
That I must confess | |
I did not think | |
I passed or failed | |
But it should not be a test | |
So pour it out | |
It' s just a fairytale | |
You don' t even hear yourself | |
You' re just whistling down the trail | |
You can see through me | |
You can see through me |
zuò cí : Buffalo Tom | |
It' s a cold northern rain | |
Two degrees above freezing day | |
I' m standing outside the chinese | |
With a glow lamp to light my way | |
See to me now | |
There' s no manual to show you how | |
But there' s reams of scrapbooks in my basement | |
And a spiral staircase down | |
So pour it out | |
It' s just a fairytale | |
You can' t even trust yourself | |
You' ve got to mark your trail | |
Yeah, people from our past | |
Their appeal just don' t last | |
Write them off for dead and then | |
You' ve realized they' ve died too fast | |
I' m supposed to be a rock | |
But I could not bear the shock | |
All a wreck at the airport | |
My nerves are all | |
I got So pour it out | |
It' s just a fairytale | |
You can' t convince yourself | |
That you' re on the right trail | |
You see through | |
My eyes But you' ll never see through me | |
But I wish you all the best | |
That I must confess | |
I did not think | |
I passed or failed | |
But it should not be a test | |
So pour it out | |
It' s just a fairytale | |
You don' t even hear yourself | |
You' re just whistling down the trail | |
You can see through me | |
You can see through me |