Song | If You See Light |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Get Lonely |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Darnielle | |
When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the dining room | |
Knees drawn to my chest | |
When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach | |
I'll ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
Waiting all winter | |
When the villagers come to my door | |
I'll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed | |
And no one knows how to keep secrets 'round here, they tell everyone everything soon as they know | |
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go? | |
Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
Waiting all winter |
zuo ci : Darnielle | |
When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the dining room | |
Knees drawn to my chest | |
When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach | |
I' ll ahahahahahahah | |
Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
Waiting all winter | |
When the villagers come to my door | |
I' ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed | |
And no one knows how to keep secrets ' round here, they tell everyone everything soon as they know | |
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go? | |
Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
Waiting all winter |
zuò cí : Darnielle | |
When the villagers come to my door, I will hide underneath the table in the dining room | |
Knees drawn to my chest | |
When the villagers come to my door, I will breathe shallow breaths from high up in my stomach | |
I' ll ahahahahahahah | |
Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
Waiting all winter | |
When the villagers come to my door | |
I' ll be all tucked away with my face to the floor and my eyes closed | |
And no one knows how to keep secrets ' round here, they tell everyone everything soon as they know | |
And then where is there left for poor sinners to go? | |
Waiting for the front door to splinter | |
Waiting all winter |