Song | Your Arms Around Me |
Artist | Jens Lekman |
Album | Night Falls Over Kortedala |
作词 : Lekman | |
I was slicing up an avocado | |
When you came up behind me | |
With your silent brand new sneakers | |
Your reflection | |
I did not see | |
It was the hottest day in | |
AugustWe were heading for the sea | |
For a second my mind started drifting | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around | |
Blood spraying on the kitchen sink"What's this" | |
I have time to think | |
I see the tip of my index finger | |
My mind is slowly creating a link | |
From your mouth speaks your lovely voice | |
The softest words ever spoken | |
What's broken can always be fixed | |
What's fixed will always be broken | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around | |
I must of passed out on the porch | |
Dreamt I was carried in a | |
Kangroo's pouch | |
When I wake up, | |
I'm in the waiting room | |
On a dirty | |
Hospital couch | |
My hand is wrapped in toilet paper | |
And my body is wrapped in the breeze | |
You're siting next to me reading the paper | |
I put your arm around me |
zuò cí : Lekman | |
I was slicing up an avocado | |
When you came up behind me | |
With your silent brand new sneakers | |
Your reflection | |
I did not see | |
It was the hottest day in | |
AugustWe were heading for the sea | |
For a second my mind started drifting | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around | |
Blood spraying on the kitchen sink" What' s this" | |
I have time to think | |
I see the tip of my index finger | |
My mind is slowly creating a link | |
From your mouth speaks your lovely voice | |
The softest words ever spoken | |
What' s broken can always be fixed | |
What' s fixed will always be broken | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around me | |
You put your arms around | |
I must of passed out on the porch | |
Dreamt I was carried in a | |
Kangroo' s pouch | |
When I wake up, | |
I' m in the waiting room | |
On a dirty | |
Hospital couch | |
My hand is wrapped in toilet paper | |
And my body is wrapped in the breeze | |
You' re siting next to me reading the paper | |
I put your arm around me |