Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning Lyrics
| Song | Sun Comes Up, It's Tuesday Morning |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | The Caution Horses |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Timmins | |
| Sun comes up, it's | |
| Tuesday morning | |
| Hits me straight in the eye | |
| Guess you forgot to close the blind last night | |
| Oh, that's right, | |
| I forgot it was me | |
| I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning | |
| The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom | |
| The kiss that you would give me even though | |
| I was sleeping | |
| But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed | |
| Telephone's ringing but | |
| I don't answer it' | |
| Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon | |
| Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again | |
| And maybe | |
| I'll add a little | |
| T.V. tooNo milk, | |
| God, how I hate that | |
| Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from | |
| JennyShe's got a black eye this morning, "Jen, how'd ya get it?" | |
| She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand" | |
| Lunchtime, | |
| I start to dial your number | |
| Then I remember so | |
| I reach for something to smoke | |
| And anyways | |
| I'd rather listen to | |
| ColtraneThan go through all that shit again | |
| There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing | |
| Just listening to records and watching the sun falling | |
| Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something | |
| And this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock | |
| Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room | |
| For elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself | |
| Black and white with a strong female lead | |
| And if I don't like it, no debate, | |
| I'll leave | |
| Here comes that feeling that | |
| I'd forgotten | |
| How strange these streets feel when you're alone on them | |
| Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion | |
| So I lower my head, make a beeline for home seething inside | |
| Funny, I'd never noticed | |
| The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window | |
| Which reminds me that | |
| I forgot to close the blind again | |
| Yeah, sure | |
| I'll admit there are times when | |
| I miss you | |
| Especially like now when | |
| I need someone to hold me | |
| But there are some things that can never be forgiven | |
| And I just gotta tell you | |
| I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
| zuo qu : Timmins | |
| Sun comes up, it' s | |
| Tuesday morning | |
| Hits me straight in the eye | |
| Guess you forgot to close the blind last night | |
| Oh, that' s right, | |
| I forgot it was me | |
| I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning | |
| The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom | |
| The kiss that you would give me even though | |
| I was sleeping | |
| But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed | |
| Telephone' s ringing but | |
| I don' t answer it' | |
| Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon | |
| Guess it' s tea and toast for breakfast again | |
| And maybe | |
| I' ll add a little | |
| T. V. tooNo milk, | |
| God, how I hate that | |
| Guess I' ll go to the corner, get breakfast from | |
| JennyShe' s got a black eye this morning, " Jen, how' d ya get it?" | |
| She says, " Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand" | |
| Lunchtime, | |
| I start to dial your number | |
| Then I remember so | |
| I reach for something to smoke | |
| And anyways | |
| I' d rather listen to | |
| ColtraneThan go through all that shit again | |
| There' s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing | |
| Just listening to records and watching the sun falling | |
| Thinking of things that don' t have to add up to something | |
| And this spell won' t be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock | |
| Maybe tonight it' s a movie with plenty of room | |
| For elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself | |
| Black and white with a strong female lead | |
| And if I don' t like it, no debate, | |
| I' ll leave | |
| Here comes that feeling that | |
| I' d forgotten | |
| How strange these streets feel when you' re alone on them | |
| Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion | |
| So I lower my head, make a beeline for home seething inside | |
| Funny, I' d never noticed | |
| The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window | |
| Which reminds me that | |
| I forgot to close the blind again | |
| Yeah, sure | |
| I' ll admit there are times when | |
| I miss you | |
| Especially like now when | |
| I need someone to hold me | |
| But there are some things that can never be forgiven | |
| And I just gotta tell you | |
| I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
| zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
| Sun comes up, it' s | |
| Tuesday morning | |
| Hits me straight in the eye | |
| Guess you forgot to close the blind last night | |
| Oh, that' s right, | |
| I forgot it was me | |
| I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning | |
| The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom | |
| The kiss that you would give me even though | |
| I was sleeping | |
| But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed | |
| Telephone' s ringing but | |
| I don' t answer it' | |
| Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon | |
| Guess it' s tea and toast for breakfast again | |
| And maybe | |
| I' ll add a little | |
| T. V. tooNo milk, | |
| God, how I hate that | |
| Guess I' ll go to the corner, get breakfast from | |
| JennyShe' s got a black eye this morning, " Jen, how' d ya get it?" | |
| She says, " Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand" | |
| Lunchtime, | |
| I start to dial your number | |
| Then I remember so | |
| I reach for something to smoke | |
| And anyways | |
| I' d rather listen to | |
| ColtraneThan go through all that shit again | |
| There' s something about an afternoon spent doing nothing | |
| Just listening to records and watching the sun falling | |
| Thinking of things that don' t have to add up to something | |
| And this spell won' t be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock | |
| Maybe tonight it' s a movie with plenty of room | |
| For elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself | |
| Black and white with a strong female lead | |
| And if I don' t like it, no debate, | |
| I' ll leave | |
| Here comes that feeling that | |
| I' d forgotten | |
| How strange these streets feel when you' re alone on them | |
| Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion | |
| So I lower my head, make a beeline for home seething inside | |
| Funny, I' d never noticed | |
| The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window | |
| Which reminds me that | |
| I forgot to close the blind again | |
| Yeah, sure | |
| I' ll admit there are times when | |
| I miss you | |
| Especially like now when | |
| I need someone to hold me | |
| But there are some things that can never be forgiven | |
| And I just gotta tell you | |
| I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
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