Song | Jolly Birds |
Artist | Jeremy Walch |
Album | Scarlet |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jeremy Walch | |
作曲 : Jeremy Walch | |
The day has come | |
It's time to get out | |
Leaving the nest | |
To just live with no doubt | |
They used to look down on us, for we’re all the same | |
Reckless and scared we remain the weak ones | |
Once I heard their thoughts | |
And suddenly everything was clear to me | |
Hell yes what we need and miss is the nothingness | |
But no one believes | |
They must be all deaf | |
I wish they could learn what birds taught me then | |
So lend me your wing | |
My primitive friend | |
Instead of shitting in the palm of my hand | |
We've been begging for better days | |
And while we’re slowly drifting | |
They just keep grinning | |
They’re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
The wheel stopped spinning, they’re on | |
Not so much at stake | |
Those delicate creatures they found out the greater way | |
To thrive without us | |
To make us feel like worms | |
There's no point to fear the day | |
In the end we're all the same | |
We’re like a swarm spinning round | |
Floating in clear but troubled skies | |
We've been begging for better days | |
And while we’re slowly drifting | |
They just keep grinning | |
They’re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
The wheel stops spinning, they’re on | |
I've been wanting for men to pay | |
You better run run baby they're on their way | |
We might be left behind, or even chased out | |
No matter how we try they're jolly, we're not | |
Oh it's not | |
What you feel | |
That would change a thing | |
Dear Hitchcock | |
Did you hear | |
All their plans fifty years ago | |
Now I wish I was a bird | |
To have wings to carry my sins | |
But it's too late to beg for more | |
Something we had for evermore | |
Maybe we're no good at anything | |
So let's be like jolly birds |
zuo ci : Jeremy Walch | |
zuo qu : Jeremy Walch | |
The day has come | |
It' s time to get out | |
Leaving the nest | |
To just live with no doubt | |
They used to look down on us, for we' re all the same | |
Reckless and scared we remain the weak ones | |
Once I heard their thoughts | |
And suddenly everything was clear to me | |
Hell yes what we need and miss is the nothingness | |
But no one believes | |
They must be all deaf | |
I wish they could learn what birds taught me then | |
So lend me your wing | |
My primitive friend | |
Instead of shitting in the palm of my hand | |
We' ve been begging for better days | |
And while we' re slowly drifting | |
They just keep grinning | |
They' re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
The wheel stopped spinning, they' re on | |
Not so much at stake | |
Those delicate creatures they found out the greater way | |
To thrive without us | |
To make us feel like worms | |
There' s no point to fear the day | |
In the end we' re all the same | |
We' re like a swarm spinning round | |
Floating in clear but troubled skies | |
We' ve been begging for better days | |
And while we' re slowly drifting | |
They just keep grinning | |
They' re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
The wheel stops spinning, they' re on | |
I' ve been wanting for men to pay | |
You better run run baby they' re on their way | |
We might be left behind, or even chased out | |
No matter how we try they' re jolly, we' re not | |
Oh it' s not | |
What you feel | |
That would change a thing | |
Dear Hitchcock | |
Did you hear | |
All their plans fifty years ago | |
Now I wish I was a bird | |
To have wings to carry my sins | |
But it' s too late to beg for more | |
Something we had for evermore | |
Maybe we' re no good at anything | |
So let' s be like jolly birds |
zuò cí : Jeremy Walch | |
zuò qǔ : Jeremy Walch | |
The day has come | |
It' s time to get out | |
Leaving the nest | |
To just live with no doubt | |
They used to look down on us, for we' re all the same | |
Reckless and scared we remain the weak ones | |
Once I heard their thoughts | |
And suddenly everything was clear to me | |
Hell yes what we need and miss is the nothingness | |
But no one believes | |
They must be all deaf | |
I wish they could learn what birds taught me then | |
So lend me your wing | |
My primitive friend | |
Instead of shitting in the palm of my hand | |
We' ve been begging for better days | |
And while we' re slowly drifting | |
They just keep grinning | |
They' re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
The wheel stopped spinning, they' re on | |
Not so much at stake | |
Those delicate creatures they found out the greater way | |
To thrive without us | |
To make us feel like worms | |
There' s no point to fear the day | |
In the end we' re all the same | |
We' re like a swarm spinning round | |
Floating in clear but troubled skies | |
We' ve been begging for better days | |
And while we' re slowly drifting | |
They just keep grinning | |
They' re harmless and always up to boogie down | |
The wheel stops spinning, they' re on | |
I' ve been wanting for men to pay | |
You better run run baby they' re on their way | |
We might be left behind, or even chased out | |
No matter how we try they' re jolly, we' re not | |
Oh it' s not | |
What you feel | |
That would change a thing | |
Dear Hitchcock | |
Did you hear | |
All their plans fifty years ago | |
Now I wish I was a bird | |
To have wings to carry my sins | |
But it' s too late to beg for more | |
Something we had for evermore | |
Maybe we' re no good at anything | |
So let' s be like jolly birds |