Song | The Hazards of Sitting Beneath Palm Trees |
Artist | Hayden |
Album | Live @ Convocation Hall |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Desser | |
With your summer hat and smile | |
You came here to leave there | |
And as the sun stained your legs and your arms | |
The men arrive with their one-track minds | |
You like that they're there when they ask you the time | |
They say what they do, and they'll do what you say | |
And they'll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay | |
And you laugh, but not too hard | |
And you look, but not too far | |
Your eyes drift across the beach | |
And just before you reach me, he speaks | |
His face is red, and he's talking to breeze | |
You get up to leave as the sun hits the trees | |
And you jump in the water with him at . . . your feet | |
And I laugh, but not too hard | |
And I look, but not too far |
zuo ci : Desser | |
With your summer hat and smile | |
You came here to leave there | |
And as the sun stained your legs and your arms | |
The men arrive with their onetrack minds | |
You like that they' re there when they ask you the time | |
They say what they do, and they' ll do what you say | |
And they' ll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay | |
And you laugh, but not too hard | |
And you look, but not too far | |
Your eyes drift across the beach | |
And just before you reach me, he speaks | |
His face is red, and he' s talking to breeze | |
You get up to leave as the sun hits the trees | |
And you jump in the water with him at . . . your feet | |
And I laugh, but not too hard | |
And I look, but not too far |
zuò cí : Desser | |
With your summer hat and smile | |
You came here to leave there | |
And as the sun stained your legs and your arms | |
The men arrive with their onetrack minds | |
You like that they' re there when they ask you the time | |
They say what they do, and they' ll do what you say | |
And they' ll tell you some lies if you let them . . . stay | |
And you laugh, but not too hard | |
And you look, but not too far | |
Your eyes drift across the beach | |
And just before you reach me, he speaks | |
His face is red, and he' s talking to breeze | |
You get up to leave as the sun hits the trees | |
And you jump in the water with him at . . . your feet | |
And I laugh, but not too hard | |
And I look, but not too far |