Song | Valentine and Garuda |
Artist | Frank Black |
Album | Black Letter Days |
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作词 : Black | |
I have a flask but I do not have the wine | |
I have a suit but I do not have a dime | |
Oh pity me Garuda | |
I don't where to begin | |
I had a love and she called me Valentine | |
I walk alone on streets below these peaks | |
Of stone that block the sky | |
My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped | |
The rarest ever damselfly | |
I had a love and she was always true | |
I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew | |
Oh pity me Garuda | |
And turn my hands into wings | |
I'm coming back to the station I am due | |
My eyes are small and dark | |
My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast | |
I fly above the earth for what it's worth | |
I search for love lost in the past |
zuo ci : Black | |
I have a flask but I do not have the wine | |
I have a suit but I do not have a dime | |
Oh pity me Garuda | |
I don' t where to begin | |
I had a love and she called me Valentine | |
I walk alone on streets below these peaks | |
Of stone that block the sky | |
My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped | |
The rarest ever damselfly | |
I had a love and she was always true | |
I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew | |
Oh pity me Garuda | |
And turn my hands into wings | |
I' m coming back to the station I am due | |
My eyes are small and dark | |
My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast | |
I fly above the earth for what it' s worth | |
I search for love lost in the past |
zuò cí : Black | |
I have a flask but I do not have the wine | |
I have a suit but I do not have a dime | |
Oh pity me Garuda | |
I don' t where to begin | |
I had a love and she called me Valentine | |
I walk alone on streets below these peaks | |
Of stone that block the sky | |
My hands have lost their grip through fingers slipped | |
The rarest ever damselfly | |
I had a love and she was always true | |
I had a drink yes I gambled then she flew | |
Oh pity me Garuda | |
And turn my hands into wings | |
I' m coming back to the station I am due | |
My eyes are small and dark | |
My pigeon heart is pumping blood so fast | |
I fly above the earth for what it' s worth | |
I search for love lost in the past |