| Song | Slow Hands |
| Artist | Interpol |
| Album | Slow Hands |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Interpol | |
| Yeah, but nobody searches and nobody cares somehow | |
| When the loving that you've wasted comes raining from a hapless cloud | |
| Then I might stop and look upon your face | |
| Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze | |
| See the living that surrounds me dissipate in a violet place | |
| Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul? | |
| This is a wasteland now | |
| We spies, we slow hands | |
| Put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| Now I submit my incentive is romance, | |
| I watch the pole dance | |
| Of the stars, we rejoice because the hurting is so painless | |
| From the distance of passing cars | |
| But I am married to your charms and grace | |
| I just go crazy like the good old days, you make me want | |
| To pick up a guitar and celebrate the myriad ways that | |
| I love you | |
| Can't you see what you've done to my heart and soul? | |
| This is a wasteland now | |
| We spies, yeah, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| Killer for hire, you know not yourself | |
| We spies, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| We retire like nobody else | |
| We spies, intimate slow hands | |
| Killer for hire, you know not yourself | |
| We spies, intimate slow hands | |
| You let the face slap around herself |
| zuo ci : Interpol | |
| Yeah, but nobody searches and nobody cares somehow | |
| When the loving that you' ve wasted comes raining from a hapless cloud | |
| Then I might stop and look upon your face | |
| Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze | |
| See the living that surrounds me dissipate in a violet place | |
| Can' t you see what you' ve done to my heart and soul? | |
| This is a wasteland now | |
| We spies, we slow hands | |
| Put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| Now I submit my incentive is romance, | |
| I watch the pole dance | |
| Of the stars, we rejoice because the hurting is so painless | |
| From the distance of passing cars | |
| But I am married to your charms and grace | |
| I just go crazy like the good old days, you make me want | |
| To pick up a guitar and celebrate the myriad ways that | |
| I love you | |
| Can' t you see what you' ve done to my heart and soul? | |
| This is a wasteland now | |
| We spies, yeah, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| Killer for hire, you know not yourself | |
| We spies, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| We retire like nobody else | |
| We spies, intimate slow hands | |
| Killer for hire, you know not yourself | |
| We spies, intimate slow hands | |
| You let the face slap around herself |
| zuò cí : Interpol | |
| Yeah, but nobody searches and nobody cares somehow | |
| When the loving that you' ve wasted comes raining from a hapless cloud | |
| Then I might stop and look upon your face | |
| Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze | |
| See the living that surrounds me dissipate in a violet place | |
| Can' t you see what you' ve done to my heart and soul? | |
| This is a wasteland now | |
| We spies, we slow hands | |
| Put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| Now I submit my incentive is romance, | |
| I watch the pole dance | |
| Of the stars, we rejoice because the hurting is so painless | |
| From the distance of passing cars | |
| But I am married to your charms and grace | |
| I just go crazy like the good old days, you make me want | |
| To pick up a guitar and celebrate the myriad ways that | |
| I love you | |
| Can' t you see what you' ve done to my heart and soul? | |
| This is a wasteland now | |
| We spies, yeah, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| Killer for hire, you know not yourself | |
| We spies, we slow hands | |
| You put the weights all around yourself | |
| We spies, oh yeah, we slow hands | |
| We retire like nobody else | |
| We spies, intimate slow hands | |
| Killer for hire, you know not yourself | |
| We spies, intimate slow hands | |
| You let the face slap around herself |