Song | In A Radio Song |
Artist | Okkervil River |
Album | Black Sheep Boy & Appendix |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sheff | |
Black, black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father - oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone. | |
Sad smile on your lips, you shake and shiver. | |
Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. | |
To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along. | |
Warm light when your eyes fill with laughter. | |
Some animal lies in the pasture, holes in its throat where the blood was drawn, in its mouth where the tongue was torn by your claws, your claws, your claws. | |
I rose from a dream; we were running from every being that was hunting, but we let them get ahead of us. | |
We let them lie in wait for us. | |
We're ****ed, we're ****ed, we're ****ed. | |
I rose from a dream; | |
I had just destroyed everything with one crushing blow, and | |
I woke up and watched it go, and | |
I woke up and wagged my tongue. | |
So long, so long, so |
zuo qu : Sheff | |
Black, black sheep boy, blueeyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone. | |
Sad smile on your lips, you shake and shiver. | |
Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. | |
To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along. | |
Warm light when your eyes fill with laughter. | |
Some animal lies in the pasture, holes in its throat where the blood was drawn, in its mouth where the tongue was torn by your claws, your claws, your claws. | |
I rose from a dream we were running from every being that was hunting, but we let them get ahead of us. | |
We let them lie in wait for us. | |
We' re ed, we' re ed, we' re ed. | |
I rose from a dream | |
I had just destroyed everything with one crushing blow, and | |
I woke up and watched it go, and | |
I woke up and wagged my tongue. | |
So long, so long, so |
zuò qǔ : Sheff | |
Black, black sheep boy, blueeyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone. | |
Sad smile on your lips, you shake and shiver. | |
Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. | |
To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along. | |
Warm light when your eyes fill with laughter. | |
Some animal lies in the pasture, holes in its throat where the blood was drawn, in its mouth where the tongue was torn by your claws, your claws, your claws. | |
I rose from a dream we were running from every being that was hunting, but we let them get ahead of us. | |
We let them lie in wait for us. | |
We' re ed, we' re ed, we' re ed. | |
I rose from a dream | |
I had just destroyed everything with one crushing blow, and | |
I woke up and watched it go, and | |
I woke up and wagged my tongue. | |
So long, so long, so |