Song | In The Yard, Behind The Church |
Artist | Eels |
Album | Blinking Lights And Other Revelations |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mark Oliver Everett | |
作词 : Everett | |
In the yard, behind the church where | |
Butterflies and blackbirds search for | |
A safe place to rest the night away | |
We will go down to the brook and | |
Sit upon the overlook then | |
Forget about the troubles of the day | |
We will walk among the graves of | |
Men long dead with presidents' names and | |
Listen to the water flow softly by | |
I will kiss you on the lips now | |
And as the sky grows dark we'll strip down | |
And let the water wash away all lies | |
In the yard, behind the church where | |
Butterflies and blackbirds perch on | |
Gray stones as the garden's growing dim | |
We will lay down on the ground and | |
Put our cheeks against the dirt down | |
Where it no longer matters where you've been |
zuo qu : Mark Oliver Everett | |
zuo ci : Everett | |
In the yard, behind the church where | |
Butterflies and blackbirds search for | |
A safe place to rest the night away | |
We will go down to the brook and | |
Sit upon the overlook then | |
Forget about the troubles of the day | |
We will walk among the graves of | |
Men long dead with presidents' names and | |
Listen to the water flow softly by | |
I will kiss you on the lips now | |
And as the sky grows dark we' ll strip down | |
And let the water wash away all lies | |
In the yard, behind the church where | |
Butterflies and blackbirds perch on | |
Gray stones as the garden' s growing dim | |
We will lay down on the ground and | |
Put our cheeks against the dirt down | |
Where it no longer matters where you' ve been |
zuò qǔ : Mark Oliver Everett | |
zuò cí : Everett | |
In the yard, behind the church where | |
Butterflies and blackbirds search for | |
A safe place to rest the night away | |
We will go down to the brook and | |
Sit upon the overlook then | |
Forget about the troubles of the day | |
We will walk among the graves of | |
Men long dead with presidents' names and | |
Listen to the water flow softly by | |
I will kiss you on the lips now | |
And as the sky grows dark we' ll strip down | |
And let the water wash away all lies | |
In the yard, behind the church where | |
Butterflies and blackbirds perch on | |
Gray stones as the garden' s growing dim | |
We will lay down on the ground and | |
Put our cheeks against the dirt down | |
Where it no longer matters where you' ve been |