Song | The Flowers She Sent And The Flowers She Said She Sent |
Artist | The Magnetic Fields |
Album | Holiday |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Merritt | |
I saw you standing at the airport | |
With your chihuahua in your hand | |
Crying on the moving sidewalk | |
On your way to Disneyland | |
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent | |
Are all equally dead | |
You don't care anymore, she said | |
And the books she read and the books that she said she read | |
Are all spread on the floor | |
You don't care about them anymore | |
I saw you closing your antique shop | |
With a boa 'round your throat | |
And you tremble like an ostrich | |
In your ostrich feather coat | |
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent | |
Are all equally dead | |
You don't care anymore, she said | |
And the books she read and the books that she said she read | |
Are all spread on the floor | |
You don't care about them anymore |
zuo ci : Merritt | |
I saw you standing at the airport | |
With your chihuahua in your hand | |
Crying on the moving sidewalk | |
On your way to Disneyland | |
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent | |
Are all equally dead | |
You don' t care anymore, she said | |
And the books she read and the books that she said she read | |
Are all spread on the floor | |
You don' t care about them anymore | |
I saw you closing your antique shop | |
With a boa ' round your throat | |
And you tremble like an ostrich | |
In your ostrich feather coat | |
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent | |
Are all equally dead | |
You don' t care anymore, she said | |
And the books she read and the books that she said she read | |
Are all spread on the floor | |
You don' t care about them anymore |
zuò cí : Merritt | |
I saw you standing at the airport | |
With your chihuahua in your hand | |
Crying on the moving sidewalk | |
On your way to Disneyland | |
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent | |
Are all equally dead | |
You don' t care anymore, she said | |
And the books she read and the books that she said she read | |
Are all spread on the floor | |
You don' t care about them anymore | |
I saw you closing your antique shop | |
With a boa ' round your throat | |
And you tremble like an ostrich | |
In your ostrich feather coat | |
And the flowers she sent and the flowers she said she sent | |
Are all equally dead | |
You don' t care anymore, she said | |
And the books she read and the books that she said she read | |
Are all spread on the floor | |
You don' t care about them anymore |