Song | Cripple Crow |
Artist | Devendra Banhart |
Album | Cripple Crow |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Banhart | |
When they come from the over the mountain | |
Yeah we'll run we'll run right around them | |
We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons | |
Just our cornmeal and our children | |
The dust drowns | |
The dark clouds | |
But not us | |
But not us | |
While we pay for mistakes with no meaning | |
All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving | |
And still our pain dissolves with believing | |
That peace comes, their peace comes | |
That peace comes, their peace comes | |
Now that our bones lay buried below us | |
Just like stones pressed into the earth | |
Well we ain't known by no one before us | |
And we begin with this one little birth | |
That grows on, that grows on | |
That grows on, that moves on | |
Cripple crow say something for our grieving | |
Where do we go once we start leaving | |
Well close that wound | |
Or else keep on bleeding | |
And change your tune | |
It's got no meaning |
zuo ci : Banhart | |
When they come from the over the mountain | |
Yeah we' ll run we' ll run right around them | |
We' ve got no guns no we don' t have any weapons | |
Just our cornmeal and our children | |
The dust drowns | |
The dark clouds | |
But not us | |
But not us | |
While we pay for mistakes with no meaning | |
All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving | |
And still our pain dissolves with believing | |
That peace comes, their peace comes | |
That peace comes, their peace comes | |
Now that our bones lay buried below us | |
Just like stones pressed into the earth | |
Well we ain' t known by no one before us | |
And we begin with this one little birth | |
That grows on, that grows on | |
That grows on, that moves on | |
Cripple crow say something for our grieving | |
Where do we go once we start leaving | |
Well close that wound | |
Or else keep on bleeding | |
And change your tune | |
It' s got no meaning |
zuò cí : Banhart | |
When they come from the over the mountain | |
Yeah we' ll run we' ll run right around them | |
We' ve got no guns no we don' t have any weapons | |
Just our cornmeal and our children | |
The dust drowns | |
The dark clouds | |
But not us | |
But not us | |
While we pay for mistakes with no meaning | |
All your gifts and all your peace is deceiving | |
And still our pain dissolves with believing | |
That peace comes, their peace comes | |
That peace comes, their peace comes | |
Now that our bones lay buried below us | |
Just like stones pressed into the earth | |
Well we ain' t known by no one before us | |
And we begin with this one little birth | |
That grows on, that grows on | |
That grows on, that moves on | |
Cripple crow say something for our grieving | |
Where do we go once we start leaving | |
Well close that wound | |
Or else keep on bleeding | |
And change your tune | |
It' s got no meaning |