Song | Bottles And Flowers |
Artist | Juliana Hatfield |
Album | Only Everything |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hatfield | |
Reach inside carefully. | |
Feel my psyche. | |
Make it last. | |
Put this moment under glass. | |
Nobody really can do that. | |
What a low fantasy. | |
She don't know how to live. | |
So alone. | |
Somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It's so wrong. so alone. so alone. | |
Catatonic insomniac lying in the grass. | |
What is she thinking of, overlooked by everybody? | |
A long embrace, though you won't see it on her face. | |
She's so alone. | |
Somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It's so wrong, so alone, so alone. | |
Feels like an end, so much unsaid. | |
Feels like an end, so much unsaid. | |
So alone, somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It's so wrong, so alone, so alone. | |
So alone, so alone, so alone. |
zuo ci : Hatfield | |
Reach inside carefully. | |
Feel my psyche. | |
Make it last. | |
Put this moment under glass. | |
Nobody really can do that. | |
What a low fantasy. | |
She don' t know how to live. | |
So alone. | |
Somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It' s so wrong. so alone. so alone. | |
Catatonic insomniac lying in the grass. | |
What is she thinking of, overlooked by everybody? | |
A long embrace, though you won' t see it on her face. | |
She' s so alone. | |
Somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It' s so wrong, so alone, so alone. | |
Feels like an end, so much unsaid. | |
Feels like an end, so much unsaid. | |
So alone, somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It' s so wrong, so alone, so alone. | |
So alone, so alone, so alone. |
zuò cí : Hatfield | |
Reach inside carefully. | |
Feel my psyche. | |
Make it last. | |
Put this moment under glass. | |
Nobody really can do that. | |
What a low fantasy. | |
She don' t know how to live. | |
So alone. | |
Somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It' s so wrong. so alone. so alone. | |
Catatonic insomniac lying in the grass. | |
What is she thinking of, overlooked by everybody? | |
A long embrace, though you won' t see it on her face. | |
She' s so alone. | |
Somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It' s so wrong, so alone, so alone. | |
Feels like an end, so much unsaid. | |
Feels like an end, so much unsaid. | |
So alone, somebody take me home. | |
Alone too long it drags on. | |
It' s so wrong, so alone, so alone. | |
So alone, so alone, so alone. |