Song | In Corolla |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Get Lonely |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bruno, Darnielle | |
The day I turned my back on all you people | |
I felt an itching in my thumbs | |
Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond | |
When my transformation comes | |
I went down to the warm, warm water | |
Saw a pelican fly past | |
Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | |
I went wading through the grass | |
And no one was gonna come and get me | |
There wasn't anybody gonna know | |
Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake | |
Every single place I go | |
And it was cool and it was quiet | |
In the humid marsh down there | |
I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water | |
Felt it gumming up my hair | |
The sun was sinking into the Atlantic | |
The last time that I turned my back on you | |
I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | |
It was the best that I could do | |
And I said let them all fare better than your serpent | |
The reeds all pricking at my skin | |
Here's hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you | |
All that water rushing in |
zuo ci : Bruno, Darnielle | |
The day I turned my back on all you people | |
I felt an itching in my thumbs | |
Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond | |
When my transformation comes | |
I went down to the warm, warm water | |
Saw a pelican fly past | |
Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | |
I went wading through the grass | |
And no one was gonna come and get me | |
There wasn' t anybody gonna know | |
Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake | |
Every single place I go | |
And it was cool and it was quiet | |
In the humid marsh down there | |
I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water | |
Felt it gumming up my hair | |
The sun was sinking into the Atlantic | |
The last time that I turned my back on you | |
I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | |
It was the best that I could do | |
And I said let them all fare better than your serpent | |
The reeds all pricking at my skin | |
Here' s hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you | |
All that water rushing in |
zuò cí : Bruno, Darnielle | |
The day I turned my back on all you people | |
I felt an itching in my thumbs | |
Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond | |
When my transformation comes | |
I went down to the warm, warm water | |
Saw a pelican fly past | |
Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me | |
I went wading through the grass | |
And no one was gonna come and get me | |
There wasn' t anybody gonna know | |
Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake | |
Every single place I go | |
And it was cool and it was quiet | |
In the humid marsh down there | |
I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water | |
Felt it gumming up my hair | |
The sun was sinking into the Atlantic | |
The last time that I turned my back on you | |
I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under | |
It was the best that I could do | |
And I said let them all fare better than your serpent | |
The reeds all pricking at my skin | |
Here' s hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you | |
All that water rushing in |