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 |