Song | The Dustbowl |
Artist | Everything But the Girl |
Album | Eden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thorn | |
spending time with him again | |
intending to put things back when they were alright | |
just when we reach dry land why must it all get out of hand again tonight drinking till my tongue got loose | |
and thinking that the way it used to be was wrong | |
staying till the evening's wrecked | |
by saying things just for effect, went on too long | |
I used to think that you were all that kept me sane | |
when all else failed | |
now I think you were | |
probably what drove me off the rails | |
talking with our voices raised | |
walking home to silent days and tears | |
I said would rather shout | |
for after all what's love to cry about | |
I used to think you would hold out best of us all | |
am I flattering myself | |
or was I the one who made you cynical? |
zuo ci : Thorn | |
spending time with him again | |
intending to put things back when they were alright | |
just when we reach dry land why must it all get out of hand again tonight drinking till my tongue got loose | |
and thinking that the way it used to be was wrong | |
staying till the evening' s wrecked | |
by saying things just for effect, went on too long | |
I used to think that you were all that kept me sane | |
when all else failed | |
now I think you were | |
probably what drove me off the rails | |
talking with our voices raised | |
walking home to silent days and tears | |
I said would rather shout | |
for after all what' s love to cry about | |
I used to think you would hold out best of us all | |
am I flattering myself | |
or was I the one who made you cynical? |
zuò cí : Thorn | |
spending time with him again | |
intending to put things back when they were alright | |
just when we reach dry land why must it all get out of hand again tonight drinking till my tongue got loose | |
and thinking that the way it used to be was wrong | |
staying till the evening' s wrecked | |
by saying things just for effect, went on too long | |
I used to think that you were all that kept me sane | |
when all else failed | |
now I think you were | |
probably what drove me off the rails | |
talking with our voices raised | |
walking home to silent days and tears | |
I said would rather shout | |
for after all what' s love to cry about | |
I used to think you would hold out best of us all | |
am I flattering myself | |
or was I the one who made you cynical? |