Song | I'm the man who loves you |
Artist | Wilco |
Album | Yankee Hotel Foxtrot |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bennett, Tweedy | |
All I can see is black & white & white & pink | |
And play it to blue | |
Then lay between the words I think | |
That picture that i was meaning to send her | |
You, i couldn't tell if i bring my art | |
The way I started | |
Writing this letter to you | |
If i could, you know i would | |
Just hold your hand & you'd understand | |
I'm the man who loves you | |
All I can be is a busy sea of | |
Spinning wheels & hands that feel | |
For stone to throw | |
And feet that run | |
That come back home and | |
makes no difference, ever ya know | |
Makes no difference ever known to me | |
If i could, you know i would | |
Just hold your hand & you'd understand | |
I'm the man who loves you | |
All I can see is black & white & white & pink | |
And play it to blue | |
Then lay between the words I think | |
That picture that i was meaning to send her | |
You, i couldn't tell if i bring my art | |
The way I started | |
Writing this letter to you | |
If i could, you know i would | |
If i could, you know i would | |
If i could, you know i would | |
I'm the man who loves you | |
I'm the man who loves you | |
I'm the man who loves you | |
I'm the man who loves you |
zuo ci : Bennett, Tweedy | |
All I can see is black white white pink | |
And play it to blue | |
Then lay between the words I think | |
That picture that i was meaning to send her | |
You, i couldn' t tell if i bring my art | |
The way I started | |
Writing this letter to you | |
If i could, you know i would | |
Just hold your hand you' d understand | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
All I can be is a busy sea of | |
Spinning wheels hands that feel | |
For stone to throw | |
And feet that run | |
That come back home and | |
makes no difference, ever ya know | |
Makes no difference ever known to me | |
If i could, you know i would | |
Just hold your hand you' d understand | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
All I can see is black white white pink | |
And play it to blue | |
Then lay between the words I think | |
That picture that i was meaning to send her | |
You, i couldn' t tell if i bring my art | |
The way I started | |
Writing this letter to you | |
If i could, you know i would | |
If i could, you know i would | |
If i could, you know i would | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
I' m the man who loves you |
zuò cí : Bennett, Tweedy | |
All I can see is black white white pink | |
And play it to blue | |
Then lay between the words I think | |
That picture that i was meaning to send her | |
You, i couldn' t tell if i bring my art | |
The way I started | |
Writing this letter to you | |
If i could, you know i would | |
Just hold your hand you' d understand | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
All I can be is a busy sea of | |
Spinning wheels hands that feel | |
For stone to throw | |
And feet that run | |
That come back home and | |
makes no difference, ever ya know | |
Makes no difference ever known to me | |
If i could, you know i would | |
Just hold your hand you' d understand | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
All I can see is black white white pink | |
And play it to blue | |
Then lay between the words I think | |
That picture that i was meaning to send her | |
You, i couldn' t tell if i bring my art | |
The way I started | |
Writing this letter to you | |
If i could, you know i would | |
If i could, you know i would | |
If i could, you know i would | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
I' m the man who loves you | |
I' m the man who loves you |