Song | Tides Of The Moon - John Peel Session 15/11/2001 |
Artist | Mercury Rev |
Album | The Complete Peel Sessions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel | |
The threads that run through your life | |
Hang from your sleeve | |
Wind through your soul | |
The kind you can't control | |
The kind you can't conceive | |
The kind you can't believe | |
But wish you could break | |
Wish you could weave | |
I wish you could see | |
It ties you to me | |
And you fly in the face of the sun | |
And you float in the tides of the moon | |
The paths that run from your door | |
Climb through the trees | |
Wind like a snake | |
The kind you can't escape | |
The kind you can't conceive | |
The kind you can't believe | |
With prickly little thorns | |
Sharp tiny teeth | |
They're hungry for the threads | |
Hanging from your sleeve | |
Waiting on a path | |
The kind you can't conceive | |
But wish you could take | |
Wish you could leave | |
I wish you could see | |
It leads you to me |
zuo ci : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel | |
The threads that run through your life | |
Hang from your sleeve | |
Wind through your soul | |
The kind you can' t control | |
The kind you can' t conceive | |
The kind you can' t believe | |
But wish you could break | |
Wish you could weave | |
I wish you could see | |
It ties you to me | |
And you fly in the face of the sun | |
And you float in the tides of the moon | |
The paths that run from your door | |
Climb through the trees | |
Wind like a snake | |
The kind you can' t escape | |
The kind you can' t conceive | |
The kind you can' t believe | |
With prickly little thorns | |
Sharp tiny teeth | |
They' re hungry for the threads | |
Hanging from your sleeve | |
Waiting on a path | |
The kind you can' t conceive | |
But wish you could take | |
Wish you could leave | |
I wish you could see | |
It leads you to me |
zuò cí : Donahue, Grasshopper, Mercel | |
The threads that run through your life | |
Hang from your sleeve | |
Wind through your soul | |
The kind you can' t control | |
The kind you can' t conceive | |
The kind you can' t believe | |
But wish you could break | |
Wish you could weave | |
I wish you could see | |
It ties you to me | |
And you fly in the face of the sun | |
And you float in the tides of the moon | |
The paths that run from your door | |
Climb through the trees | |
Wind like a snake | |
The kind you can' t escape | |
The kind you can' t conceive | |
The kind you can' t believe | |
With prickly little thorns | |
Sharp tiny teeth | |
They' re hungry for the threads | |
Hanging from your sleeve | |
Waiting on a path | |
The kind you can' t conceive | |
But wish you could take | |
Wish you could leave | |
I wish you could see | |
It leads you to me |