Song | Cotton Crush - Live |
Artist | Kevin Devine |
Album | Matter of Time: KD&GDB Tour EP 2012 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Devine | |
The bricks get laid, | |
and they get torn up, | |
and laid again, | |
but the bricks always get torn up again. | |
Your friends won't wait, | |
so don't believe that shit, | |
when they say they'll wait. | |
Trust me; your friends will not wait for you. | |
Then you'll be stoned in some park, | |
just nodding your head and pinching your arms, | |
when a girl walks along. | |
She's humming your song, | |
with your t-shirt on. | |
That's when you're done, | |
Oh, that's when you're done... | |
There's a cotton crush | |
down in the southern states. | |
But back up here, man, we've got | |
so much thread and space | |
to waste, waste, waste. | |
There's a microphone | |
picking every word up | |
and it shuts itself off | |
when it's sure that's its heard enough..... | |
The quiet can scrape | |
all the calm from your bones, | |
but maybe it should. | |
Maybe we need to be hollowed | |
to get up and grow, | |
and stop fucking around, | |
to kick off our braces and start straightening out. | |
Let's sift through the static | |
to find a simpler sound | |
Let's sift through the static | |
to find a simpler sound... | |
simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now |
zuo qu : Devine | |
The bricks get laid, | |
and they get torn up, | |
and laid again, | |
but the bricks always get torn up again. | |
Your friends won' t wait, | |
so don' t believe that shit, | |
when they say they' ll wait. | |
Trust me your friends will not wait for you. | |
Then you' ll be stoned in some park, | |
just nodding your head and pinching your arms, | |
when a girl walks along. | |
She' s humming your song, | |
with your tshirt on. | |
That' s when you' re done, | |
Oh, that' s when you' re done... | |
There' s a cotton crush | |
down in the southern states. | |
But back up here, man, we' ve got | |
so much thread and space | |
to waste, waste, waste. | |
There' s a microphone | |
picking every word up | |
and it shuts itself off | |
when it' s sure that' s its heard enough..... | |
The quiet can scrape | |
all the calm from your bones, | |
but maybe it should. | |
Maybe we need to be hollowed | |
to get up and grow, | |
and stop fucking around, | |
to kick off our braces and start straightening out. | |
Let' s sift through the static | |
to find a simpler sound | |
Let' s sift through the static | |
to find a simpler sound... | |
simpler sound than the shit that' s clouding our heads now |
zuò qǔ : Devine | |
The bricks get laid, | |
and they get torn up, | |
and laid again, | |
but the bricks always get torn up again. | |
Your friends won' t wait, | |
so don' t believe that shit, | |
when they say they' ll wait. | |
Trust me your friends will not wait for you. | |
Then you' ll be stoned in some park, | |
just nodding your head and pinching your arms, | |
when a girl walks along. | |
She' s humming your song, | |
with your tshirt on. | |
That' s when you' re done, | |
Oh, that' s when you' re done... | |
There' s a cotton crush | |
down in the southern states. | |
But back up here, man, we' ve got | |
so much thread and space | |
to waste, waste, waste. | |
There' s a microphone | |
picking every word up | |
and it shuts itself off | |
when it' s sure that' s its heard enough..... | |
The quiet can scrape | |
all the calm from your bones, | |
but maybe it should. | |
Maybe we need to be hollowed | |
to get up and grow, | |
and stop fucking around, | |
to kick off our braces and start straightening out. | |
Let' s sift through the static | |
to find a simpler sound | |
Let' s sift through the static | |
to find a simpler sound... | |
simpler sound than the shit that' s clouding our heads now |