Song | My Favourite Buildings |
Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
Album | I Often Dream of Trains in New York |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hitchcock | |
My favourite buildings are all falling down | |
Seems like I dwell in a different town | |
But why should I bother with painting them brown | |
When they'll all be pulled down in the end? | |
My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles | |
Remind me somehow of your favorite smiles | |
Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles | |
In the rain | |
Nobody seems to know how long | |
All of these buildings belong | |
Till they become part of you | |
People get down on your knees | |
Buildings are like a disease | |
You could wind up in a zoo | |
And most people do | |
My favourite buildings are all laid to waste | |
One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste | |
And someday I could have a fifty inch waist | |
It's all free | |
For my favourite buildings and me |
zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
My favourite buildings are all falling down | |
Seems like I dwell in a different town | |
But why should I bother with painting them brown | |
When they' ll all be pulled down in the end? | |
My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles | |
Remind me somehow of your favorite smiles | |
Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles | |
In the rain | |
Nobody seems to know how long | |
All of these buildings belong | |
Till they become part of you | |
People get down on your knees | |
Buildings are like a disease | |
You could wind up in a zoo | |
And most people do | |
My favourite buildings are all laid to waste | |
One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste | |
And someday I could have a fifty inch waist | |
It' s all free | |
For my favourite buildings and me |
zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
My favourite buildings are all falling down | |
Seems like I dwell in a different town | |
But why should I bother with painting them brown | |
When they' ll all be pulled down in the end? | |
My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles | |
Remind me somehow of your favorite smiles | |
Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles | |
In the rain | |
Nobody seems to know how long | |
All of these buildings belong | |
Till they become part of you | |
People get down on your knees | |
Buildings are like a disease | |
You could wind up in a zoo | |
And most people do | |
My favourite buildings are all laid to waste | |
One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste | |
And someday I could have a fifty inch waist | |
It' s all free | |
For my favourite buildings and me |