Song | My Little Problem |
Artist | The Church |
Album | Sometime Anywhere |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kilbey, Willson-Piper | |
You must have heard about my little problem | |
Ah come on, you must have heard about it | |
It's no ordinary problem | |
Look in my eyes, there can be no doubt about it | |
And of course it gets worse at night | |
It gets late, things start to change | |
Clock is stopped, thermometer is bulging | |
Hot late night bound to make us estranged | |
Soft dead moon all over your shoulders | |
Cold shadow in the glare of the glow | |
Factory billboards on outskirts of city | |
Shine down new attractions to the traffic below | |
Remember this day | |
Remember this room | |
Remember this singer singing | |
I remember you | |
A sudden flash | |
A sudden light | |
Abandoning the afternoon as it sinks into the night | |
Fluorescent bedroom flicker starts to teach me to wonder | |
I hear a mandolin in the springs | |
Out the wardrobe floats the hint of a rumor | |
Dressed in your beloved's finest things | |
Can you hear the voices that are constantly talking | |
Am i the only one to succumb to their roar | |
Well i know the form it is taking | |
It's not making sense anymore | |
The way you say you just wanna help me | |
The way your clinging is slinging me under | |
The strength i need already denied me | |
Your big ideas and your little wonder | |
Some people don't come over because of the problem | |
I heard the top guy won't answer his phone | |
I wonder if he has the same kind of problem | |
A little difficulty of his own | |
So take this plastic and rent me some wheels | |
Or maybe i'll try to fly | |
No reservations, i'll see how it feels | |
When i'm over your house up in the sky | |
And when the sun is squeezing through the blinds | |
You will be far away | |
Deep afternoons seeing the moon would have shined | |
Deep in your dream i hear you say | |
Have you heard about my little problem | |
I just know it isn't a secret | |
It's just a very ordinary problem | |
The secret doesn't matter if you keep it or leak it |
zuo ci : Kilbey, WillsonPiper | |
You must have heard about my little problem | |
Ah come on, you must have heard about it | |
It' s no ordinary problem | |
Look in my eyes, there can be no doubt about it | |
And of course it gets worse at night | |
It gets late, things start to change | |
Clock is stopped, thermometer is bulging | |
Hot late night bound to make us estranged | |
Soft dead moon all over your shoulders | |
Cold shadow in the glare of the glow | |
Factory billboards on outskirts of city | |
Shine down new attractions to the traffic below | |
Remember this day | |
Remember this room | |
Remember this singer singing | |
I remember you | |
A sudden flash | |
A sudden light | |
Abandoning the afternoon as it sinks into the night | |
Fluorescent bedroom flicker starts to teach me to wonder | |
I hear a mandolin in the springs | |
Out the wardrobe floats the hint of a rumor | |
Dressed in your beloved' s finest things | |
Can you hear the voices that are constantly talking | |
Am i the only one to succumb to their roar | |
Well i know the form it is taking | |
It' s not making sense anymore | |
The way you say you just wanna help me | |
The way your clinging is slinging me under | |
The strength i need already denied me | |
Your big ideas and your little wonder | |
Some people don' t come over because of the problem | |
I heard the top guy won' t answer his phone | |
I wonder if he has the same kind of problem | |
A little difficulty of his own | |
So take this plastic and rent me some wheels | |
Or maybe i' ll try to fly | |
No reservations, i' ll see how it feels | |
When i' m over your house up in the sky | |
And when the sun is squeezing through the blinds | |
You will be far away | |
Deep afternoons seeing the moon would have shined | |
Deep in your dream i hear you say | |
Have you heard about my little problem | |
I just know it isn' t a secret | |
It' s just a very ordinary problem | |
The secret doesn' t matter if you keep it or leak it |
zuò cí : Kilbey, WillsonPiper | |
You must have heard about my little problem | |
Ah come on, you must have heard about it | |
It' s no ordinary problem | |
Look in my eyes, there can be no doubt about it | |
And of course it gets worse at night | |
It gets late, things start to change | |
Clock is stopped, thermometer is bulging | |
Hot late night bound to make us estranged | |
Soft dead moon all over your shoulders | |
Cold shadow in the glare of the glow | |
Factory billboards on outskirts of city | |
Shine down new attractions to the traffic below | |
Remember this day | |
Remember this room | |
Remember this singer singing | |
I remember you | |
A sudden flash | |
A sudden light | |
Abandoning the afternoon as it sinks into the night | |
Fluorescent bedroom flicker starts to teach me to wonder | |
I hear a mandolin in the springs | |
Out the wardrobe floats the hint of a rumor | |
Dressed in your beloved' s finest things | |
Can you hear the voices that are constantly talking | |
Am i the only one to succumb to their roar | |
Well i know the form it is taking | |
It' s not making sense anymore | |
The way you say you just wanna help me | |
The way your clinging is slinging me under | |
The strength i need already denied me | |
Your big ideas and your little wonder | |
Some people don' t come over because of the problem | |
I heard the top guy won' t answer his phone | |
I wonder if he has the same kind of problem | |
A little difficulty of his own | |
So take this plastic and rent me some wheels | |
Or maybe i' ll try to fly | |
No reservations, i' ll see how it feels | |
When i' m over your house up in the sky | |
And when the sun is squeezing through the blinds | |
You will be far away | |
Deep afternoons seeing the moon would have shined | |
Deep in your dream i hear you say | |
Have you heard about my little problem | |
I just know it isn' t a secret | |
It' s just a very ordinary problem | |
The secret doesn' t matter if you keep it or leak it |