Song | Crawl Babies |
Artist | The Pastels |
Album | Truckload Of Trouble |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hayward, Simpson | |
She comes walking down the road | |
And I know that dogs won't bark | |
She comes walking up the stairs | |
She's tap-tap-tapping on my door | |
And she'll make those tears to know that it's a must | |
But I go blind and my mouth fills up with dust | |
Says she's open like a book | |
She's got everything I need | |
Even wants to take the time | |
To teach me how to read | |
But the ceiling moves on down towards the floor | |
And soon there's only room enough for us to crawl | |
I wanna build her up | |
Up as tall as a church | |
Just to watch her | |
Just to watch her falling down | |
I can't see her again | |
I just can't see her again | |
I've got to see her again | |
I've got to see her again | |
She comes walking down the road | |
With a kaftan in her hands | |
She comes walking up the stairs | |
She's tap-tap-tapping on my door | |
And she'll make those tears to know that it's a must | |
But I go blind and my bones start to rust | |
I wanna build her up | |
Up as tall as a church | |
Just to watch her | |
Just to watch her falling down | |
I can't see her again | |
I just can't see her again | |
I've got to see her again | |
I've got to see her again |
zuo ci : Hayward, Simpson | |
She comes walking down the road | |
And I know that dogs won' t bark | |
She comes walking up the stairs | |
She' s taptaptapping on my door | |
And she' ll make those tears to know that it' s a must | |
But I go blind and my mouth fills up with dust | |
Says she' s open like a book | |
She' s got everything I need | |
Even wants to take the time | |
To teach me how to read | |
But the ceiling moves on down towards the floor | |
And soon there' s only room enough for us to crawl | |
I wanna build her up | |
Up as tall as a church | |
Just to watch her | |
Just to watch her falling down | |
I can' t see her again | |
I just can' t see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again | |
She comes walking down the road | |
With a kaftan in her hands | |
She comes walking up the stairs | |
She' s taptaptapping on my door | |
And she' ll make those tears to know that it' s a must | |
But I go blind and my bones start to rust | |
I wanna build her up | |
Up as tall as a church | |
Just to watch her | |
Just to watch her falling down | |
I can' t see her again | |
I just can' t see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again |
zuò cí : Hayward, Simpson | |
She comes walking down the road | |
And I know that dogs won' t bark | |
She comes walking up the stairs | |
She' s taptaptapping on my door | |
And she' ll make those tears to know that it' s a must | |
But I go blind and my mouth fills up with dust | |
Says she' s open like a book | |
She' s got everything I need | |
Even wants to take the time | |
To teach me how to read | |
But the ceiling moves on down towards the floor | |
And soon there' s only room enough for us to crawl | |
I wanna build her up | |
Up as tall as a church | |
Just to watch her | |
Just to watch her falling down | |
I can' t see her again | |
I just can' t see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again | |
She comes walking down the road | |
With a kaftan in her hands | |
She comes walking up the stairs | |
She' s taptaptapping on my door | |
And she' ll make those tears to know that it' s a must | |
But I go blind and my bones start to rust | |
I wanna build her up | |
Up as tall as a church | |
Just to watch her | |
Just to watch her falling down | |
I can' t see her again | |
I just can' t see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again | |
I' ve got to see her again |