Song | Bike Dream |
Artist | Rostam |
Album | Bike Dream |
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作词 : Rostam Batmanglij | |
作曲 : Rostam Batmanglij | |
[Verse 1] | |
You wake up late, you feel your heart begin to work | |
And now you're all dressed up of course | |
And hailing cabs out of your door | |
On 14th Street I feel my head between my knees | |
And orange swimming through the trees | |
And orange swimming through the trees | |
Where could I go? What could I do? | |
Put in the state, my lips and eyes give me away | |
And now there’s nothing, I can say no | |
I'm pulled away, I see another of myself | |
Who's found true love and happiness | |
To sit and smoke there on the chair for | |
[Chorus] | |
Two boys, one to kiss your neck | |
And one to bring you breakfast | |
Get you out of bed when | |
You're sore from the night before | |
From knocking on my door | |
Your head against the floor boards | |
Two boys, one to love you sweetly | |
One does so discreetly | |
Never will he meet me | |
But I'm sure that you'll catch your breath | |
You'll sleep into the day | |
To wake up with sunlight across your room | |
[Verse 2] | |
Before I leave I want to try to go back in time | |
To just that moment in my life where I should have spoke up but I lied | |
As I sat there with my jaw open and I smiled | |
He pulled his sweater off and tried to explain he'd all but given up on love | |
I'm pulled away, I see another of myself who's found true love and happiness | |
To sit and smoke there on the chair | |
Beside the bed I read this past week's New Yorker | |
And I watch him paint Antarctica, and watch him paint Antarctica | |
[Chorus] | |
Two boys, one to kiss your neck | |
And one to bring you breakfast | |
Get you out of bed when | |
You're sore from the night before | |
From knocking at my door | |
Your head against the floor boards | |
Two boys, one to love you sweetly | |
One does so discreetly | |
Never will he meet me | |
But I'm sure that you'll catch your breath | |
You'll sleep into the day | |
To wake up with sunlight across your room | |
[Outro] | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear |
zuo ci : Rostam Batmanglij | |
zuo qu : Rostam Batmanglij | |
Verse 1 | |
You wake up late, you feel your heart begin to work | |
And now you' re all dressed up of course | |
And hailing cabs out of your door | |
On 14th Street I feel my head between my knees | |
And orange swimming through the trees | |
And orange swimming through the trees | |
Where could I go? What could I do? | |
Put in the state, my lips and eyes give me away | |
And now there' s nothing, I can say no | |
I' m pulled away, I see another of myself | |
Who' s found true love and happiness | |
To sit and smoke there on the chair for | |
Chorus | |
Two boys, one to kiss your neck | |
And one to bring you breakfast | |
Get you out of bed when | |
You' re sore from the night before | |
From knocking on my door | |
Your head against the floor boards | |
Two boys, one to love you sweetly | |
One does so discreetly | |
Never will he meet me | |
But I' m sure that you' ll catch your breath | |
You' ll sleep into the day | |
To wake up with sunlight across your room | |
Verse 2 | |
Before I leave I want to try to go back in time | |
To just that moment in my life where I should have spoke up but I lied | |
As I sat there with my jaw open and I smiled | |
He pulled his sweater off and tried to explain he' d all but given up on love | |
I' m pulled away, I see another of myself who' s found true love and happiness | |
To sit and smoke there on the chair | |
Beside the bed I read this past week' s New Yorker | |
And I watch him paint Antarctica, and watch him paint Antarctica | |
Chorus | |
Two boys, one to kiss your neck | |
And one to bring you breakfast | |
Get you out of bed when | |
You' re sore from the night before | |
From knocking at my door | |
Your head against the floor boards | |
Two boys, one to love you sweetly | |
One does so discreetly | |
Never will he meet me | |
But I' m sure that you' ll catch your breath | |
You' ll sleep into the day | |
To wake up with sunlight across your room | |
Outro | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear |
zuò cí : Rostam Batmanglij | |
zuò qǔ : Rostam Batmanglij | |
Verse 1 | |
You wake up late, you feel your heart begin to work | |
And now you' re all dressed up of course | |
And hailing cabs out of your door | |
On 14th Street I feel my head between my knees | |
And orange swimming through the trees | |
And orange swimming through the trees | |
Where could I go? What could I do? | |
Put in the state, my lips and eyes give me away | |
And now there' s nothing, I can say no | |
I' m pulled away, I see another of myself | |
Who' s found true love and happiness | |
To sit and smoke there on the chair for | |
Chorus | |
Two boys, one to kiss your neck | |
And one to bring you breakfast | |
Get you out of bed when | |
You' re sore from the night before | |
From knocking on my door | |
Your head against the floor boards | |
Two boys, one to love you sweetly | |
One does so discreetly | |
Never will he meet me | |
But I' m sure that you' ll catch your breath | |
You' ll sleep into the day | |
To wake up with sunlight across your room | |
Verse 2 | |
Before I leave I want to try to go back in time | |
To just that moment in my life where I should have spoke up but I lied | |
As I sat there with my jaw open and I smiled | |
He pulled his sweater off and tried to explain he' d all but given up on love | |
I' m pulled away, I see another of myself who' s found true love and happiness | |
To sit and smoke there on the chair | |
Beside the bed I read this past week' s New Yorker | |
And I watch him paint Antarctica, and watch him paint Antarctica | |
Chorus | |
Two boys, one to kiss your neck | |
And one to bring you breakfast | |
Get you out of bed when | |
You' re sore from the night before | |
From knocking at my door | |
Your head against the floor boards | |
Two boys, one to love you sweetly | |
One does so discreetly | |
Never will he meet me | |
But I' m sure that you' ll catch your breath | |
You' ll sleep into the day | |
To wake up with sunlight across your room | |
Outro | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear | |
Telling me something or nothing | |
Never the one thing I wanna hear |