Song | Rialto |
Artist | Laura Veirs |
Album | Year of Meteors |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Veirs | |
Check out the skylark | |
Riding and singing alongside | |
Salt cool breeze coming from the | |
West Ships and their lawlessness | |
Running wild and the waves | |
Wearing their bright blue summer best | |
Here come the sailors | |
Marching two by two by two | |
They pressed their pants | |
And shined their shoes | |
Aren't they strapping and deranged? | |
Too long at sea makes your eyes strange | |
Makes ‘em strain | |
For the vision of your youth | |
Dripping castles in the sand | |
I could still go there | |
But my mind would be too loud | |
Sun on water | |
Bright colors drowning me out… | |
Now they're standing on the beach | |
In a wild colored wind | |
Sunrays stream | |
Ah the pretty boys gleam | |
Watching distant buoys toss | |
Water rolling on the rocks | |
Smoothing down the broken things | |
I could still go there | |
But my mind would be too loud | |
Sun on water | |
Bright colors drowning me out… |
zuo ci : Veirs | |
Check out the skylark | |
Riding and singing alongside | |
Salt cool breeze coming from the | |
West Ships and their lawlessness | |
Running wild and the waves | |
Wearing their bright blue summer best | |
Here come the sailors | |
Marching two by two by two | |
They pressed their pants | |
And shined their shoes | |
Aren' t they strapping and deranged? | |
Too long at sea makes your eyes strange | |
Makes ' em strain | |
For the vision of your youth | |
Dripping castles in the sand | |
I could still go there | |
But my mind would be too loud | |
Sun on water | |
Bright colors drowning me out | |
Now they' re standing on the beach | |
In a wild colored wind | |
Sunrays stream | |
Ah the pretty boys gleam | |
Watching distant buoys toss | |
Water rolling on the rocks | |
Smoothing down the broken things | |
I could still go there | |
But my mind would be too loud | |
Sun on water | |
Bright colors drowning me out |
zuò cí : Veirs | |
Check out the skylark | |
Riding and singing alongside | |
Salt cool breeze coming from the | |
West Ships and their lawlessness | |
Running wild and the waves | |
Wearing their bright blue summer best | |
Here come the sailors | |
Marching two by two by two | |
They pressed their pants | |
And shined their shoes | |
Aren' t they strapping and deranged? | |
Too long at sea makes your eyes strange | |
Makes ' em strain | |
For the vision of your youth | |
Dripping castles in the sand | |
I could still go there | |
But my mind would be too loud | |
Sun on water | |
Bright colors drowning me out | |
Now they' re standing on the beach | |
In a wild colored wind | |
Sunrays stream | |
Ah the pretty boys gleam | |
Watching distant buoys toss | |
Water rolling on the rocks | |
Smoothing down the broken things | |
I could still go there | |
But my mind would be too loud | |
Sun on water | |
Bright colors drowning me out |