Song | These Are The Fables |
Artist | The New Pornographers |
Album | Twin Cinema |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Newman | |
In coral and gray | |
In submarine chambers | |
One dayIt swam for the light | |
The jewels that lit | |
The cities that float there | |
Cities in circles drawn perfect, complete | |
Holding the secrets on my street | |
My street, my street | |
So come in and play | |
The song of the siren | |
It's commonplace | |
You hear the voice rise | |
In one wave | |
And crash on your doorstep | |
Making the circle here perfect, complete | |
These are the fables on my street | |
Ten thousand dancing girls | |
Kicking cans 'cross the sky | |
No reason why | |
Why ask to pay yourself | |
For the call of the wild | |
You found this child | |
So raise him | |
And wind your back | |
Come back to the river | |
The currents speed by | |
And hope the men fear | |
The hammer comes down | |
So hard on the evening | |
Cracking the dawn of your | |
Days are repeat | |
These are fables on my street | |
My street, my street | |
Heaven shook | |
HellAnd down from its pockets | |
The ring in your bell | |
It fell through your hands | |
Hang at your feet | |
The doors that won't open | |
Marking the journey of our friends complete | |
These are the fables of my street | |
My streetMy street, my street | |
Lay down in glory, you're not alone | |
My street, my street | |
Lay down in glory, you're not alone |
zuo ci : Newman | |
In coral and gray | |
In submarine chambers | |
One dayIt swam for the light | |
The jewels that lit | |
The cities that float there | |
Cities in circles drawn perfect, complete | |
Holding the secrets on my street | |
My street, my street | |
So come in and play | |
The song of the siren | |
It' s commonplace | |
You hear the voice rise | |
In one wave | |
And crash on your doorstep | |
Making the circle here perfect, complete | |
These are the fables on my street | |
Ten thousand dancing girls | |
Kicking cans ' cross the sky | |
No reason why | |
Why ask to pay yourself | |
For the call of the wild | |
You found this child | |
So raise him | |
And wind your back | |
Come back to the river | |
The currents speed by | |
And hope the men fear | |
The hammer comes down | |
So hard on the evening | |
Cracking the dawn of your | |
Days are repeat | |
These are fables on my street | |
My street, my street | |
Heaven shook | |
HellAnd down from its pockets | |
The ring in your bell | |
It fell through your hands | |
Hang at your feet | |
The doors that won' t open | |
Marking the journey of our friends complete | |
These are the fables of my street | |
My streetMy street, my street | |
Lay down in glory, you' re not alone | |
My street, my street | |
Lay down in glory, you' re not alone |
zuò cí : Newman | |
In coral and gray | |
In submarine chambers | |
One dayIt swam for the light | |
The jewels that lit | |
The cities that float there | |
Cities in circles drawn perfect, complete | |
Holding the secrets on my street | |
My street, my street | |
So come in and play | |
The song of the siren | |
It' s commonplace | |
You hear the voice rise | |
In one wave | |
And crash on your doorstep | |
Making the circle here perfect, complete | |
These are the fables on my street | |
Ten thousand dancing girls | |
Kicking cans ' cross the sky | |
No reason why | |
Why ask to pay yourself | |
For the call of the wild | |
You found this child | |
So raise him | |
And wind your back | |
Come back to the river | |
The currents speed by | |
And hope the men fear | |
The hammer comes down | |
So hard on the evening | |
Cracking the dawn of your | |
Days are repeat | |
These are fables on my street | |
My street, my street | |
Heaven shook | |
HellAnd down from its pockets | |
The ring in your bell | |
It fell through your hands | |
Hang at your feet | |
The doors that won' t open | |
Marking the journey of our friends complete | |
These are the fables of my street | |
My streetMy street, my street | |
Lay down in glory, you' re not alone | |
My street, my street | |
Lay down in glory, you' re not alone |