Song | Maybe Sprout Wings |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Get Lonely |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
A bad dream shook me in my sleep | |
And I woke up sweating | |
Ran through the dark to the shower | |
Already forgetting | |
Try to think good thoughts | |
Trying to find my way clear | |
Let the room fill with steam | |
Trace pictures on the mirror | |
Ghosts and clouds | |
And nameless things | |
Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
Maybe sprout wings | |
I clawed my way to the living room window | |
Stood there in the cold | |
The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance | |
Hard to hold | |
I thought of old friends, the one's who'd gone missing | |
Said all their names three times | |
Phantoms in the early dark | |
Canaries in the mines | |
Ghosts and clouds | |
And nameless things | |
Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
Maybe sprout wings |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
A bad dream shook me in my sleep | |
And I woke up sweating | |
Ran through the dark to the shower | |
Already forgetting | |
Try to think good thoughts | |
Trying to find my way clear | |
Let the room fill with steam | |
Trace pictures on the mirror | |
Ghosts and clouds | |
And nameless things | |
Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
Maybe sprout wings | |
I clawed my way to the living room window | |
Stood there in the cold | |
The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance | |
Hard to hold | |
I thought of old friends, the one' s who' d gone missing | |
Said all their names three times | |
Phantoms in the early dark | |
Canaries in the mines | |
Ghosts and clouds | |
And nameless things | |
Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
Maybe sprout wings |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
A bad dream shook me in my sleep | |
And I woke up sweating | |
Ran through the dark to the shower | |
Already forgetting | |
Try to think good thoughts | |
Trying to find my way clear | |
Let the room fill with steam | |
Trace pictures on the mirror | |
Ghosts and clouds | |
And nameless things | |
Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
Maybe sprout wings | |
I clawed my way to the living room window | |
Stood there in the cold | |
The last bits of my dream like figures in the distance | |
Hard to hold | |
I thought of old friends, the one' s who' d gone missing | |
Said all their names three times | |
Phantoms in the early dark | |
Canaries in the mines | |
Ghosts and clouds | |
And nameless things | |
Squint your eyes and hope real hard | |
Maybe sprout wings |