Song | Lost My America |
Artist | I Mother Earth |
Album | Dig |
作词 : I Mother Earth | |
A chair in the corner | |
One leg broken | |
And a whisper in the hall | |
There's frustration | |
Another walk around the room | |
A loss of direction | |
Before the start | |
Some say a lot | |
With few words spoken | |
Some with peace | |
Say nothing at all | |
It's just a matter | |
Of motivation to live | |
Just a question | |
Of where to get love | |
Thrills and sand | |
Fall through my open hand | |
Where's my time gone | |
Words look for the song | |
Lost my America | |
But made my own way | |
I believeTo this garden | |
But on my face | |
The idea is showing | |
Shelter me for no reason | |
At allSunlight slanting | |
ParanoidFeeling cold | |
A little ****ed up... alone | |
Seems I'm spending | |
These supposed best of years | |
Quite unlike | |
It says right here | |
ColdA little ****ed up... alone | |
Take the face | |
In hands spread open | |
And one to one | |
Let the power run | |
Feed the mouth | |
That's hungry... open | |
Feed the mind | |
That wonders why |
zuò cí : I Mother Earth | |
A chair in the corner | |
One leg broken | |
And a whisper in the hall | |
There' s frustration | |
Another walk around the room | |
A loss of direction | |
Before the start | |
Some say a lot | |
With few words spoken | |
Some with peace | |
Say nothing at all | |
It' s just a matter | |
Of motivation to live | |
Just a question | |
Of where to get love | |
Thrills and sand | |
Fall through my open hand | |
Where' s my time gone | |
Words look for the song | |
Lost my America | |
But made my own way | |
I believeTo this garden | |
But on my face | |
The idea is showing | |
Shelter me for no reason | |
At allSunlight slanting | |
ParanoidFeeling cold | |
A little ed up... alone | |
Seems I' m spending | |
These supposed best of years | |
Quite unlike | |
It says right here | |
ColdA little ed up... alone | |
Take the face | |
In hands spread open | |
And one to one | |
Let the power run | |
Feed the mouth | |
That' s hungry... open | |
Feed the mind | |
That wonders why |