Song | Bends Like A Willow |
Artist | Jethro Tull |
Album | J-Tull Dot Com |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
She's catching the wind:the gentlest of breezes. | |
It's a sensitive passage she's sailing - | |
Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. | |
She rises before me, reading me clearly. | |
Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. | |
She can shift, she can sway | |
And bend like a willow. | |
I'm swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap. | |
Gift-wrapped in my soft self centre. | |
Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter. | |
She's a good, a good god-send: she can bend like a willow. | |
With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly. | |
I'm cool under enemy fire. | |
If i fall, she can crawl right under the wire. | |
When i'm caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold - | |
Ease me round to her warm way of thinking: | |
Fill me up from the cup of love that she's drinking. | |
And i find, given time. i can bend like a willow. | |
She bends like a willow. |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
She' s catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes. | |
It' s a sensitive passage she' s sailing | |
Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. | |
She rises before me, reading me clearly. | |
Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. | |
She can shift, she can sway | |
And bend like a willow. | |
I' m swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap. | |
Giftwrapped in my soft self centre. | |
Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter. | |
She' s a good, a good godsend: she can bend like a willow. | |
With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly. | |
I' m cool under enemy fire. | |
If i fall, she can crawl right under the wire. | |
When i' m caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold | |
Ease me round to her warm way of thinking: | |
Fill me up from the cup of love that she' s drinking. | |
And i find, given time. i can bend like a willow. | |
She bends like a willow. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
She' s catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes. | |
It' s a sensitive passage she' s sailing | |
Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. | |
She rises before me, reading me clearly. | |
Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. | |
She can shift, she can sway | |
And bend like a willow. | |
I' m swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap. | |
Giftwrapped in my soft self centre. | |
Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter. | |
She' s a good, a good godsend: she can bend like a willow. | |
With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly. | |
I' m cool under enemy fire. | |
If i fall, she can crawl right under the wire. | |
When i' m caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold | |
Ease me round to her warm way of thinking: | |
Fill me up from the cup of love that she' s drinking. | |
And i find, given time. i can bend like a willow. | |
She bends like a willow. |