Song | Loud As Ears |
Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
Album | Tunesmith Retrofit |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Phelps | |
Old dark ruby coats his throat | |
Gloves a feathered mind | |
Sharpens up her fountain pen | |
Lay ink down along the table | |
Plaintive, brickyard textbook line | |
Whips her fable down | |
As long as she's able | |
As long as she is able | |
Bang up, wave the weaver's wand | |
Hand against the sky | |
Day is rain so watch things grow | |
Light pours through her window | |
Tack will need a hefty breeze | |
Blow as though can be | |
As long as she's able | |
As long as she is able | |
Just as long as she's able | |
As long, as long as she is able | |
Now here's a loud that turns to wail | |
Salvage bits of wire | |
Holding history blown to hell | |
He'll nod off and she will sing | |
He won't dream and she won't sew | |
Talking never stops, no | |
Not as long as she's able | |
Not as long as she is able | |
Not as long as she is able | |
Not as long | |
The next day holds a smell to it | |
Permeates the house | |
Marches into each cold room | |
Stands as long as Sunday | |
Preaches loud as elder ears | |
Year's they'll rectify | |
As long as they are able | |
Just as long as they are able | |
As long as they're able |
zuo ci : Phelps | |
Old dark ruby coats his throat | |
Gloves a feathered mind | |
Sharpens up her fountain pen | |
Lay ink down along the table | |
Plaintive, brickyard textbook line | |
Whips her fable down | |
As long as she' s able | |
As long as she is able | |
Bang up, wave the weaver' s wand | |
Hand against the sky | |
Day is rain so watch things grow | |
Light pours through her window | |
Tack will need a hefty breeze | |
Blow as though can be | |
As long as she' s able | |
As long as she is able | |
Just as long as she' s able | |
As long, as long as she is able | |
Now here' s a loud that turns to wail | |
Salvage bits of wire | |
Holding history blown to hell | |
He' ll nod off and she will sing | |
He won' t dream and she won' t sew | |
Talking never stops, no | |
Not as long as she' s able | |
Not as long as she is able | |
Not as long as she is able | |
Not as long | |
The next day holds a smell to it | |
Permeates the house | |
Marches into each cold room | |
Stands as long as Sunday | |
Preaches loud as elder ears | |
Year' s they' ll rectify | |
As long as they are able | |
Just as long as they are able | |
As long as they' re able |
zuò cí : Phelps | |
Old dark ruby coats his throat | |
Gloves a feathered mind | |
Sharpens up her fountain pen | |
Lay ink down along the table | |
Plaintive, brickyard textbook line | |
Whips her fable down | |
As long as she' s able | |
As long as she is able | |
Bang up, wave the weaver' s wand | |
Hand against the sky | |
Day is rain so watch things grow | |
Light pours through her window | |
Tack will need a hefty breeze | |
Blow as though can be | |
As long as she' s able | |
As long as she is able | |
Just as long as she' s able | |
As long, as long as she is able | |
Now here' s a loud that turns to wail | |
Salvage bits of wire | |
Holding history blown to hell | |
He' ll nod off and she will sing | |
He won' t dream and she won' t sew | |
Talking never stops, no | |
Not as long as she' s able | |
Not as long as she is able | |
Not as long as she is able | |
Not as long | |
The next day holds a smell to it | |
Permeates the house | |
Marches into each cold room | |
Stands as long as Sunday | |
Preaches loud as elder ears | |
Year' s they' ll rectify | |
As long as they are able | |
Just as long as they are able | |
As long as they' re able |