Song | The Fleecing |
Artist | Pedro the Lion |
Album | Achilles' Heel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bazan | |
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade, into the gray tall wet grass. | |
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool of me. | |
And who shall | |
I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? | |
For every stupid struggle? | |
I don't know. | |
I could buy you a drink. | |
I could tell you all about it. | |
I could tell you why | |
I doubt it, and why | |
I still believe. | |
But I can't say it like | |
I sing it. | |
And I can't sing it like | |
I think it. | |
And I can't think it like | |
I feel it. | |
And I don't feel a thing. | |
Oh no - I don't feel a thing. | |
And who shall | |
I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? | |
For every stupid struggle? | |
I don't know. | |
I could buy you a drink. | |
I could tell you all about it. | |
I could tell you why | |
I doubt it, and why | |
I still believe it. | |
And why I need it. | |
And what the pharisees don't see. | |
And we'd have more drinks. | |
We'd speak of so many things. | |
But I don't know you, and you don't know me. |
zuo ci : Bazan | |
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade, into the gray tall wet grass. | |
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool of me. | |
And who shall | |
I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? | |
For every stupid struggle? | |
I don' t know. | |
I could buy you a drink. | |
I could tell you all about it. | |
I could tell you why | |
I doubt it, and why | |
I still believe. | |
But I can' t say it like | |
I sing it. | |
And I can' t sing it like | |
I think it. | |
And I can' t think it like | |
I feel it. | |
And I don' t feel a thing. | |
Oh no I don' t feel a thing. | |
And who shall | |
I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? | |
For every stupid struggle? | |
I don' t know. | |
I could buy you a drink. | |
I could tell you all about it. | |
I could tell you why | |
I doubt it, and why | |
I still believe it. | |
And why I need it. | |
And what the pharisees don' t see. | |
And we' d have more drinks. | |
We' d speak of so many things. | |
But I don' t know you, and you don' t know me. |
zuò cí : Bazan | |
Deep green hills whose shoulders fade, into the gray tall wet grass. | |
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep, whose fleecing makes a fool of me. | |
And who shall | |
I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? | |
For every stupid struggle? | |
I don' t know. | |
I could buy you a drink. | |
I could tell you all about it. | |
I could tell you why | |
I doubt it, and why | |
I still believe. | |
But I can' t say it like | |
I sing it. | |
And I can' t sing it like | |
I think it. | |
And I can' t think it like | |
I feel it. | |
And I don' t feel a thing. | |
Oh no I don' t feel a thing. | |
And who shall | |
I blame for this sweet and heavy trouble? | |
For every stupid struggle? | |
I don' t know. | |
I could buy you a drink. | |
I could tell you all about it. | |
I could tell you why | |
I doubt it, and why | |
I still believe it. | |
And why I need it. | |
And what the pharisees don' t see. | |
And we' d have more drinks. | |
We' d speak of so many things. | |
But I don' t know you, and you don' t know me. |