Song | Jewel In The Hand |
Artist | The Grapes of Wrath |
Album | Treehouse |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hooper, Kane | |
New days come in to break the spell away | |
reality rains down on your parade | |
the closet skeletons all rattle on | |
throw in the towel before you've got to run | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don't feed the (fathers) | |
(starving from his sand) | |
? ? ? ? pay the price | |
there's all the time you want to do it twice | |
the cards before the hall so fall in line | |
and save away a chill of summertime | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don't feed the (fathers) | |
(starving from his sand) | |
Behind the year to year's a little crack | |
put and drips and runs onto the crack | |
new days come in to break the spell away | |
reality rains on your parade | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don't feed the (fathers) | |
(starving from his sand) |
zuo ci : Hooper, Kane | |
New days come in to break the spell away | |
reality rains down on your parade | |
the closet skeletons all rattle on | |
throw in the towel before you' ve got to run | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don' t feed the fathers | |
starving from his sand | |
? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? pay the price | |
there' s all the time you want to do it twice | |
the cards before the hall so fall in line | |
and save away a chill of summertime | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don' t feed the fathers | |
starving from his sand | |
Behind the year to year' s a little crack | |
put and drips and runs onto the crack | |
new days come in to break the spell away | |
reality rains on your parade | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don' t feed the fathers | |
starving from his sand |
zuò cí : Hooper, Kane | |
New days come in to break the spell away | |
reality rains down on your parade | |
the closet skeletons all rattle on | |
throw in the towel before you' ve got to run | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don' t feed the fathers | |
starving from his sand | |
? nbsp? nbsp? nbsp? pay the price | |
there' s all the time you want to do it twice | |
the cards before the hall so fall in line | |
and save away a chill of summertime | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don' t feed the fathers | |
starving from his sand | |
Behind the year to year' s a little crack | |
put and drips and runs onto the crack | |
new days come in to break the spell away | |
reality rains on your parade | |
Jewel in the hand | |
a lump of fired sand | |
don' t feed the fathers | |
starving from his sand |