Song | Tame the Tiger |
Artist | Marah |
Album | 20,000 Streets Under the Sky |
作曲 : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
You can't always tame the tiger | |
You can't always keep the change | |
You can't always hear continents colliding under | |
Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
When I wake up in the morning | |
Sometimes I hear my mother cry | |
The tiny weeps he tries to keep | |
Quiet as a butterfly | |
She straightens up and fills my cup | |
With coffee and with cream | |
Just then my Jerome wakes up | |
And he begins to scream | |
Chorus: | |
You can't always tame the tiger | |
You can't always keep the change | |
You can't always hear continents colliding under | |
Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
Later on the bus downtown | |
I stare out at the rain | |
The silent streaks of my son's teardrops | |
Sliding down the window pane | |
At my job in the hotel | |
I strip the dirty beds | |
No one leaves nothing behind | |
Except their snakeskin sheds | |
At a time when my world seems wrong | |
My precious son come awake in a song | |
Smiles at my little lullabye | |
And takes tomorrow's hand | |
My precious little man | |
Chorus: | |
You can't always tame the tiger | |
You can't always keep the change | |
You can't always hear continents colliding under | |
Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
When I lay down in the evening | |
Sometimes I hear a pistol pop | |
But there's something out there in the night | |
That don't want me to sit up |
zuò qǔ : Bielanko, Bielanko | |
You can' t always tame the tiger | |
You can' t always keep the change | |
You can' t always hear continents colliding under | |
Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
When I wake up in the morning | |
Sometimes I hear my mother cry | |
The tiny weeps he tries to keep | |
Quiet as a butterfly | |
She straightens up and fills my cup | |
With coffee and with cream | |
Just then my Jerome wakes up | |
And he begins to scream | |
Chorus: | |
You can' t always tame the tiger | |
You can' t always keep the change | |
You can' t always hear continents colliding under | |
Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
Later on the bus downtown | |
I stare out at the rain | |
The silent streaks of my son' s teardrops | |
Sliding down the window pane | |
At my job in the hotel | |
I strip the dirty beds | |
No one leaves nothing behind | |
Except their snakeskin sheds | |
At a time when my world seems wrong | |
My precious son come awake in a song | |
Smiles at my little lullabye | |
And takes tomorrow' s hand | |
My precious little man | |
Chorus: | |
You can' t always tame the tiger | |
You can' t always keep the change | |
You can' t always hear continents colliding under | |
Low count sheets of hot summer rain | |
When I lay down in the evening | |
Sometimes I hear a pistol pop | |
But there' s something out there in the night | |
That don' t want me to sit up |