Song | Spanish Hands |
Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
Album | Tunesmith Retrofit |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Phelps | |
She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye | |
A gold breath on a wire | |
A sing soft sail in the other room | |
A red hot cleansing fire | |
My cold feet warm in a straight line | |
Dancing Spanish hands | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
She's a yellow girl, she's a sun flower | |
A thin wind well mind lead | |
A glass like sea for miles and miles | |
A book to love to read | |
Long haul rolling on the shadow side | |
Regardless where I stand | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Mark these days that constant fade | |
That wilt among the wars | |
The big ones we all suffer from | |
The small ones, mine of yours | |
I'll throw no coin on grand design | |
I cannot understand | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Let kind words surround her mind | |
Gift her sorrow flight | |
Give the new eyed sleep of babes | |
Then let her softly rise | |
To see the morning brush the blinds | |
Behind no greater plan | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands |
zuo ci : Phelps | |
She' s a gentle bell, she' s a cat eye | |
A gold breath on a wire | |
A sing soft sail in the other room | |
A red hot cleansing fire | |
My cold feet warm in a straight line | |
Dancing Spanish hands | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
She' s a yellow girl, she' s a sun flower | |
A thin wind well mind lead | |
A glass like sea for miles and miles | |
A book to love to read | |
Long haul rolling on the shadow side | |
Regardless where I stand | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Mark these days that constant fade | |
That wilt among the wars | |
The big ones we all suffer from | |
The small ones, mine of yours | |
I' ll throw no coin on grand design | |
I cannot understand | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Let kind words surround her mind | |
Gift her sorrow flight | |
Give the new eyed sleep of babes | |
Then let her softly rise | |
To see the morning brush the blinds | |
Behind no greater plan | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands |
zuò cí : Phelps | |
She' s a gentle bell, she' s a cat eye | |
A gold breath on a wire | |
A sing soft sail in the other room | |
A red hot cleansing fire | |
My cold feet warm in a straight line | |
Dancing Spanish hands | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
She' s a yellow girl, she' s a sun flower | |
A thin wind well mind lead | |
A glass like sea for miles and miles | |
A book to love to read | |
Long haul rolling on the shadow side | |
Regardless where I stand | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Mark these days that constant fade | |
That wilt among the wars | |
The big ones we all suffer from | |
The small ones, mine of yours | |
I' ll throw no coin on grand design | |
I cannot understand | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Let kind words surround her mind | |
Gift her sorrow flight | |
Give the new eyed sleep of babes | |
Then let her softly rise | |
To see the morning brush the blinds | |
Behind no greater plan | |
My heart retires far early | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands | |
Away these foreign lands |