| Song | Up So Close |
| Artist | Cake |
| Album | Motorcade Of Generosity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : John M. McCrea | |
| up so close, i never get to see your face. | |
| microscope, i might as well be out in space. | |
| up so close, i never get to see the view. | |
| down your throat, i'm never sure if it's still you. | |
| up your nose, down to your toes. | |
| in your mouth, way down south. | |
| up so close, it seems i only think of you. | |
| up so close, i never see the sky so blue. | |
| i only wanted to be sure | |
| that what it was was really pure. | |
| i put my face down in the cake. | |
| my feet were flailing in a lake. | |
| up so close, i never get to see your face. | |
| microscope, i might as well be out in space. | |
| up so close, i never get to see you. | |
| microscope, i'm never sure if it's still you. |
| zuo qu : John M. McCrea | |
| up so close, i never get to see your face. | |
| microscope, i might as well be out in space. | |
| up so close, i never get to see the view. | |
| down your throat, i' m never sure if it' s still you. | |
| up your nose, down to your toes. | |
| in your mouth, way down south. | |
| up so close, it seems i only think of you. | |
| up so close, i never see the sky so blue. | |
| i only wanted to be sure | |
| that what it was was really pure. | |
| i put my face down in the cake. | |
| my feet were flailing in a lake. | |
| up so close, i never get to see your face. | |
| microscope, i might as well be out in space. | |
| up so close, i never get to see you. | |
| microscope, i' m never sure if it' s still you. |
| zuò qǔ : John M. McCrea | |
| up so close, i never get to see your face. | |
| microscope, i might as well be out in space. | |
| up so close, i never get to see the view. | |
| down your throat, i' m never sure if it' s still you. | |
| up your nose, down to your toes. | |
| in your mouth, way down south. | |
| up so close, it seems i only think of you. | |
| up so close, i never see the sky so blue. | |
| i only wanted to be sure | |
| that what it was was really pure. | |
| i put my face down in the cake. | |
| my feet were flailing in a lake. | |
| up so close, i never get to see your face. | |
| microscope, i might as well be out in space. | |
| up so close, i never get to see you. | |
| microscope, i' m never sure if it' s still you. |