Song | When The Sun Shone On Vetiver |
Artist | Devendra Banhart |
Album | Rejoicing In The Hands |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Banhart | |
When the sun shone on vetiver | |
When the sun shone on vetiver | |
When the sun shone down | |
Well they're silver and they're gold | |
Yeah they're silver and they're gold | |
Yeah they're silver and cold | |
And they're longing for the land | |
And they're longing for the land | |
For nature's forgiving hand | |
And we're drifting and we're sailing | |
And we're drifting and we're sailing | |
Now the sun aligns your legs | |
And your lips and arms and breasts | |
And the moon pulls wet | |
Earth And your branches crawl around my claws | |
And my leaves brush up against your arms | |
And we're dancing | |
In Thailand, my baby waits for me | |
In Graceland, my baby waits for me | |
In Spainland, my baby waits for me | |
In Ireland, my baby waits for me | |
In no lands, my baby waits for me | |
Waiting patiently |
zuo ci : Banhart | |
When the sun shone on vetiver | |
When the sun shone on vetiver | |
When the sun shone down | |
Well they' re silver and they' re gold | |
Yeah they' re silver and they' re gold | |
Yeah they' re silver and cold | |
And they' re longing for the land | |
And they' re longing for the land | |
For nature' s forgiving hand | |
And we' re drifting and we' re sailing | |
And we' re drifting and we' re sailing | |
Now the sun aligns your legs | |
And your lips and arms and breasts | |
And the moon pulls wet | |
Earth And your branches crawl around my claws | |
And my leaves brush up against your arms | |
And we' re dancing | |
In Thailand, my baby waits for me | |
In Graceland, my baby waits for me | |
In Spainland, my baby waits for me | |
In Ireland, my baby waits for me | |
In no lands, my baby waits for me | |
Waiting patiently |
zuò cí : Banhart | |
When the sun shone on vetiver | |
When the sun shone on vetiver | |
When the sun shone down | |
Well they' re silver and they' re gold | |
Yeah they' re silver and they' re gold | |
Yeah they' re silver and cold | |
And they' re longing for the land | |
And they' re longing for the land | |
For nature' s forgiving hand | |
And we' re drifting and we' re sailing | |
And we' re drifting and we' re sailing | |
Now the sun aligns your legs | |
And your lips and arms and breasts | |
And the moon pulls wet | |
Earth And your branches crawl around my claws | |
And my leaves brush up against your arms | |
And we' re dancing | |
In Thailand, my baby waits for me | |
In Graceland, my baby waits for me | |
In Spainland, my baby waits for me | |
In Ireland, my baby waits for me | |
In no lands, my baby waits for me | |
Waiting patiently |