Song | Birds Sing |
Artist | The Refreshments |
Album | The Bottle & Fresh Horses |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Blush, Clyne, Edwards, Naffah | |
Well hush there'll be no more tonight | |
You can't work and I can't fight | |
Well that's just beautiful | |
But it's the way you hold your breath | |
That's scarring me to death | |
Well that's your way, anyway, anyway | |
Everybody talks | |
We gotta listen to what they say | |
Well there's a picture that I'm painting and you know it won't be pretty | |
It's a song I give someone else to sing | |
It's a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it's the words I hear the birds sing | |
I don't mean to pry but it's been said | |
You got Demons in your head | |
(Screamed: Demons in your head) | |
I ask real casual | |
But it's the way I wear my frown | |
That only helps to bring you down | |
Well that's my way, anyway, anyway | |
And everybody talks | |
We gotta make it make some sense | |
Well there's a picture that I'm painting and you know it won't be pretty | |
It's a song I give someone else to sing | |
It's a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it's the words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Well hush there'll be no more tonight | |
You can't work and I can't fight | |
Well that's just beautiful | |
But it's the way I hold my breath | |
That's scarring you to death | |
Well that's our way, anyway, anyway | |
Well everybody talks | |
But people rarely say a word | |
Well there's a picture that I'm painting and you know it won't be pretty | |
It's a song I give someone else to sing | |
It's a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it's the words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing |
zuo ci : Blush, Clyne, Edwards, Naffah | |
Well hush there' ll be no more tonight | |
You can' t work and I can' t fight | |
Well that' s just beautiful | |
But it' s the way you hold your breath | |
That' s scarring me to death | |
Well that' s your way, anyway, anyway | |
Everybody talks | |
We gotta listen to what they say | |
Well there' s a picture that I' m painting and you know it won' t be pretty | |
It' s a song I give someone else to sing | |
It' s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it' s the words I hear the birds sing | |
I don' t mean to pry but it' s been said | |
You got Demons in your head | |
Screamed: Demons in your head | |
I ask real casual | |
But it' s the way I wear my frown | |
That only helps to bring you down | |
Well that' s my way, anyway, anyway | |
And everybody talks | |
We gotta make it make some sense | |
Well there' s a picture that I' m painting and you know it won' t be pretty | |
It' s a song I give someone else to sing | |
It' s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it' s the words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Well hush there' ll be no more tonight | |
You can' t work and I can' t fight | |
Well that' s just beautiful | |
But it' s the way I hold my breath | |
That' s scarring you to death | |
Well that' s our way, anyway, anyway | |
Well everybody talks | |
But people rarely say a word | |
Well there' s a picture that I' m painting and you know it won' t be pretty | |
It' s a song I give someone else to sing | |
It' s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it' s the words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing |
zuò cí : Blush, Clyne, Edwards, Naffah | |
Well hush there' ll be no more tonight | |
You can' t work and I can' t fight | |
Well that' s just beautiful | |
But it' s the way you hold your breath | |
That' s scarring me to death | |
Well that' s your way, anyway, anyway | |
Everybody talks | |
We gotta listen to what they say | |
Well there' s a picture that I' m painting and you know it won' t be pretty | |
It' s a song I give someone else to sing | |
It' s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it' s the words I hear the birds sing | |
I don' t mean to pry but it' s been said | |
You got Demons in your head | |
Screamed: Demons in your head | |
I ask real casual | |
But it' s the way I wear my frown | |
That only helps to bring you down | |
Well that' s my way, anyway, anyway | |
And everybody talks | |
We gotta make it make some sense | |
Well there' s a picture that I' m painting and you know it won' t be pretty | |
It' s a song I give someone else to sing | |
It' s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it' s the words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Well hush there' ll be no more tonight | |
You can' t work and I can' t fight | |
Well that' s just beautiful | |
But it' s the way I hold my breath | |
That' s scarring you to death | |
Well that' s our way, anyway, anyway | |
Well everybody talks | |
But people rarely say a word | |
Well there' s a picture that I' m painting and you know it won' t be pretty | |
It' s a song I give someone else to sing | |
It' s a melody I stole from a bathroom wall | |
And it' s the words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing | |
Words I hear the birds sing |