Song | Go Find Your Saint |
Artist | Frank Black |
Album | Honeycomb |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Black | |
Had no life, | |
I was feeling | |
Like some kind of unfinished project | |
I had a friend | |
John, he said let me turn you on | |
To the saint of inanimate objects | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Pill by pill a miracle occurred | |
The whole world got better | |
How I prayed until | |
I said the words | |
I knew would upset her | |
She said, "Get off your knees and don't tarryI ain't gonna be what I ain't”" | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Go findGo find your saint"I packed my bagsI never did look backBut I'm glad that I met herGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintUnion gone but I sang my songsAt the Hall Of The Felled TreeUnder the charms of the saint's folded armsWell, I hope she can help me |
zuo ci : Black | |
Had no life, | |
I was feeling | |
Like some kind of unfinished project | |
I had a friend | |
John, he said let me turn you on | |
To the saint of inanimate objects | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Pill by pill a miracle occurred | |
The whole world got better | |
How I prayed until | |
I said the words | |
I knew would upset her | |
She said, " Get off your knees and don' t tarryI ain' t gonna be what I ain' t"" | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Go findGo find your saint" I packed my bagsI never did look backBut I' m glad that I met herGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintUnion gone but I sang my songsAt the Hall Of The Felled TreeUnder the charms of the saint' s folded armsWell, I hope she can help me |
zuò cí : Black | |
Had no life, | |
I was feeling | |
Like some kind of unfinished project | |
I had a friend | |
John, he said let me turn you on | |
To the saint of inanimate objects | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Pill by pill a miracle occurred | |
The whole world got better | |
How I prayed until | |
I said the words | |
I knew would upset her | |
She said, " Get off your knees and don' t tarryI ain' t gonna be what I ain' t"" | |
Go findGo find your saint | |
Go findGo find your saint" I packed my bagsI never did look backBut I' m glad that I met herGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintGo findGo find your saintUnion gone but I sang my songsAt the Hall Of The Felled TreeUnder the charms of the saint' s folded armsWell, I hope she can help me |