| Song | Bike Dream |
| Artist | Rostam |
| Album | Bike Dream |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |