Song | The Light From A Cake |
Artist | Camper Van Beethoven |
Album | Key Lime Pie |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ... | |
I'm alternating between heavy and light | |
Between meaning and nonsense | |
And having a drink | |
I have counted all the lines on the road | |
Between here and los angeles | |
That pass straight below | |
And I'm dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head'cause you move just like you're a train | |
Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same | |
And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake | |
I was thinking of a cake | |
To lift off this burden | |
To lighten this weight | |
One sweet little cake | |
Dervishes run the head of a pin | |
We are sleeping like angels | |
And living like devils again | |
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break | |
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth'cause we move like we are suspended in ether | |
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon |
zuo ci : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ... | |
I' m alternating between heavy and light | |
Between meaning and nonsense | |
And having a drink | |
I have counted all the lines on the road | |
Between here and los angeles | |
That pass straight below | |
And I' m dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head' cause you move just like you' re a train | |
Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same | |
And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake | |
I was thinking of a cake | |
To lift off this burden | |
To lighten this weight | |
One sweet little cake | |
Dervishes run the head of a pin | |
We are sleeping like angels | |
And living like devils again | |
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break | |
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth' cause we move like we are suspended in ether | |
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon |
zuò cí : Krummenacher, Lisher, Lowery ... | |
I' m alternating between heavy and light | |
Between meaning and nonsense | |
And having a drink | |
I have counted all the lines on the road | |
Between here and los angeles | |
That pass straight below | |
And I' m dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head' cause you move just like you' re a train | |
Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same | |
And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake | |
I was thinking of a cake | |
To lift off this burden | |
To lighten this weight | |
One sweet little cake | |
Dervishes run the head of a pin | |
We are sleeping like angels | |
And living like devils again | |
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break | |
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth' cause we move like we are suspended in ether | |
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon |