Song | In The Hidden Places |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Get Lonely |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
Autumn came around like a drifter to an on-ramp | |
There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain | |
Took to walking barefoot around town | |
Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain | |
Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine | |
I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight | |
Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light | |
On dark hillsides in the hidden places | |
The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house | |
And I got off at the corner | |
Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands | |
And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer | |
And when I got home I thought about you | |
Like a desperate policeman searching for clues | |
And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again | |
Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
Autumn came around like a drifter to an onramp | |
There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain | |
Took to walking barefoot around town | |
Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain | |
Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine | |
I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight | |
Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light | |
On dark hillsides in the hidden places | |
The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house | |
And I got off at the corner | |
Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands | |
And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer | |
And when I got home I thought about you | |
Like a desperate policeman searching for clues | |
And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again | |
Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
Autumn came around like a drifter to an onramp | |
There were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain | |
Took to walking barefoot around town | |
Melodies from grade school kicking in my brain | |
Saw you on the crosstown bus today, you were reading a magazine | |
I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight | |
Dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light | |
On dark hillsides in the hidden places | |
The brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house | |
And I got off at the corner | |
Pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands | |
And I wished I was someone else and I wished it was warmer | |
And when I got home I thought about you | |
Like a desperate policeman searching for clues | |
And I almost passed out just then and I shut my eyes again | |
Headed for the dark hillsides, in the hidden places |