Song | Tenterhook |
Artist | Orange Juice |
Album | Rip It Up |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Collins | |
And though I stood on tenterhooks | |
I still took one last lingering look | |
And there was so much left unsaid | |
But as they say, you makes your bed | |
But as they say, you makes your bed | |
Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered | |
Together, you and I have changed the world | |
As long as there was no blood spilt | |
On my fresh white sheets | |
I'm fit as a fiddle but so non-commital | |
It's all I can do to stifle a smile | |
It's all I can do to stifle a smile | |
When you tell me Old Mother Earth's turning senile | |
Mother Earth keeps turning and turning | |
While, of course, our young hearts are yearning | |
And when you tell me | |
You tell me | |
Oh when you tell me | |
You tell me | |
Don't make any bones about it | |
You just tell me |
zuo ci : Collins | |
And though I stood on tenterhooks | |
I still took one last lingering look | |
And there was so much left unsaid | |
But as they say, you makes your bed | |
But as they say, you makes your bed | |
Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered | |
Together, you and I have changed the world | |
As long as there was no blood spilt | |
On my fresh white sheets | |
I' m fit as a fiddle but so noncommital | |
It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
When you tell me Old Mother Earth' s turning senile | |
Mother Earth keeps turning and turning | |
While, of course, our young hearts are yearning | |
And when you tell me | |
You tell me | |
Oh when you tell me | |
You tell me | |
Don' t make any bones about it | |
You just tell me |
zuò cí : Collins | |
And though I stood on tenterhooks | |
I still took one last lingering look | |
And there was so much left unsaid | |
But as they say, you makes your bed | |
But as they say, you makes your bed | |
Yes, my sheets were always freshly laundered | |
Together, you and I have changed the world | |
As long as there was no blood spilt | |
On my fresh white sheets | |
I' m fit as a fiddle but so noncommital | |
It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
It' s all I can do to stifle a smile | |
When you tell me Old Mother Earth' s turning senile | |
Mother Earth keeps turning and turning | |
While, of course, our young hearts are yearning | |
And when you tell me | |
You tell me | |
Oh when you tell me | |
You tell me | |
Don' t make any bones about it | |
You just tell me |