Song | Static on the Radio |
Artist | Jim White |
Album | Drill a Hole In That Substrate and Tell Me What You See |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : White | |
3 A.M. I'm awakened | |
By a sweet summer rain | |
Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train | |
Was I dreaming | |
Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed? | |
Am I hearing things? | |
Or in the next room | |
Did a long forgotten music box just start playing? | |
And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead) | |
And I know (it's a crime to weave your wishes into what they said) | |
And I know (only fools venture where them spirits tread) | |
'Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head) | |
Is just static on the radio | |
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio) | |
Now there's a church house | |
About a stone's throw down | |
From this place where I been staying | |
It's Sunday morning | |
And I'm sittin' in my truck | |
Listening to my neighbor sing | |
Ten years ago I might have joined in | |
But don't time change those inclined | |
To think less of what is written | |
Than what's wrote between the lines? | |
'Cause I know (dreams are for those who are asleep in bed) | |
And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead) | |
'Cause I know (for all my ruminations I can't change a thing | |
Still I hope (there's others out there who are listening) | |
To the static on the radio | |
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
Static on the radio | |
(Ain't praying for miracles, I'm just down on my knees) | |
Static on the radio | |
(Listening for the song behind everything I think I know) | |
Static on the radio | |
(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio) |
zuo ci : White | |
3 A. M. I' m awakened | |
By a sweet summer rain | |
Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train | |
Was I dreaming | |
Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed? | |
Am I hearing things? | |
Or in the next room | |
Did a long forgotten music box just start playing? | |
And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
And I know it' s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said | |
And I know only fools venture where them spirits tread | |
' Cause I know every word, every sound bouncing ' round my head | |
Is just static on the radio | |
Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
Now there' s a church house | |
About a stone' s throw down | |
From this place where I been staying | |
It' s Sunday morning | |
And I' m sittin' in my truck | |
Listening to my neighbor sing | |
Ten years ago I might have joined in | |
But don' t time change those inclined | |
To think less of what is written | |
Than what' s wrote between the lines? | |
' Cause I know dreams are for those who are asleep in bed | |
And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
' Cause I know for all my ruminations I can' t change a thing | |
Still I hope there' s others out there who are listening | |
To the static on the radio | |
Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
Static on the radio | |
Ain' t praying for miracles, I' m just down on my knees | |
Static on the radio | |
Listening for the song behind everything I think I know | |
Static on the radio | |
Everything I think I know is just static on the radio |
zuò cí : White | |
3 A. M. I' m awakened | |
By a sweet summer rain | |
Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train | |
Was I dreaming | |
Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed? | |
Am I hearing things? | |
Or in the next room | |
Did a long forgotten music box just start playing? | |
And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
And I know it' s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said | |
And I know only fools venture where them spirits tread | |
' Cause I know every word, every sound bouncing ' round my head | |
Is just static on the radio | |
Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
Now there' s a church house | |
About a stone' s throw down | |
From this place where I been staying | |
It' s Sunday morning | |
And I' m sittin' in my truck | |
Listening to my neighbor sing | |
Ten years ago I might have joined in | |
But don' t time change those inclined | |
To think less of what is written | |
Than what' s wrote between the lines? | |
' Cause I know dreams are for those who are asleep in bed | |
And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
' Cause I know for all my ruminations I can' t change a thing | |
Still I hope there' s others out there who are listening | |
To the static on the radio | |
Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
Static on the radio | |
Ain' t praying for miracles, I' m just down on my knees | |
Static on the radio | |
Listening for the song behind everything I think I know | |
Static on the radio | |
Everything I think I know is just static on the radio |