| Song | Linctus House - normal |
| Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
| Album | I Wanna Go Backwards Box Set |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hitchcock | |
| you know i used to call my baby up | |
| and we'd get real close | |
| just like the telephone was a sofa | |
| and our thoughts would mingle | |
| and we'd leave our minds wide open | |
| like a big window in the evening air | |
| and we'd say, | |
| 'hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul' | |
| 'hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul' | |
| but these days, even saying, 'hello? how are you?' | |
| 'i'm fine, how are you?' takes a lot of sweat | |
| ain't that a shame | |
| ain't that a shame | |
| but in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don't care anymore | |
| you know my baby and me | |
| as kimberley would say | |
| we'd curl up like two dogs | |
| in front of a fire | |
| and our eyes would reflect each other | |
| in the warm long heat of love | |
| yeah, the warm long heat of love | |
| and i would hear the rain falling | |
| on the leaves outside | |
| i could'nt stand to close the window | |
| 'cos i'd shiver if i left her side | |
| but now i'd shake if we should meet | |
| and i spend most of my time in the bushes | |
| ain't that a shame | |
| know what you're doing | |
| ain't that a shame | |
| know what you've done | |
| but in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don't care anymore | |
| 'i understand how everything sometimes | |
| turns out to be nothing,' you say | |
| but i wonder if you do | |
| and if we understood each other | |
| there'd be no need to talk | |
| but even that, even talking is out of reach | |
| should i say it with flowers or | |
| should i say it with nails? | |
| i'm not the kind to push you around | |
| but i don't want to make myself vulnerable | |
| and if i was on my knees | |
| you'd have a pretty good view of my skull | |
| and i happen to know you're carrying a chisel | |
| but in linctus hotel | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don't care anymore | |
| no | |
| in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don't care | |
| ain't that a shame | |
| know what you're doing | |
| ain't that a shame | |
| know what you've done |
| zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
| you know i used to call my baby up | |
| and we' d get real close | |
| just like the telephone was a sofa | |
| and our thoughts would mingle | |
| and we' d leave our minds wide open | |
| like a big window in the evening air | |
| and we' d say, | |
| ' hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul' | |
| ' hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul' | |
| but these days, even saying, ' hello? how are you?' | |
| ' i' m fine, how are you?' takes a lot of sweat | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| but in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care anymore | |
| you know my baby and me | |
| as kimberley would say | |
| we' d curl up like two dogs | |
| in front of a fire | |
| and our eyes would reflect each other | |
| in the warm long heat of love | |
| yeah, the warm long heat of love | |
| and i would hear the rain falling | |
| on the leaves outside | |
| i could' nt stand to close the window | |
| ' cos i' d shiver if i left her side | |
| but now i' d shake if we should meet | |
| and i spend most of my time in the bushes | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' re doing | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' ve done | |
| but in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care anymore | |
| ' i understand how everything sometimes | |
| turns out to be nothing,' you say | |
| but i wonder if you do | |
| and if we understood each other | |
| there' d be no need to talk | |
| but even that, even talking is out of reach | |
| should i say it with flowers or | |
| should i say it with nails? | |
| i' m not the kind to push you around | |
| but i don' t want to make myself vulnerable | |
| and if i was on my knees | |
| you' d have a pretty good view of my skull | |
| and i happen to know you' re carrying a chisel | |
| but in linctus hotel | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care anymore | |
| no | |
| in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' re doing | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' ve done |
| zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
| you know i used to call my baby up | |
| and we' d get real close | |
| just like the telephone was a sofa | |
| and our thoughts would mingle | |
| and we' d leave our minds wide open | |
| like a big window in the evening air | |
| and we' d say, | |
| ' hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul' | |
| ' hey baby, come on in and help yourself to my soul' | |
| but these days, even saying, ' hello? how are you?' | |
| ' i' m fine, how are you?' takes a lot of sweat | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| but in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care anymore | |
| you know my baby and me | |
| as kimberley would say | |
| we' d curl up like two dogs | |
| in front of a fire | |
| and our eyes would reflect each other | |
| in the warm long heat of love | |
| yeah, the warm long heat of love | |
| and i would hear the rain falling | |
| on the leaves outside | |
| i could' nt stand to close the window | |
| ' cos i' d shiver if i left her side | |
| but now i' d shake if we should meet | |
| and i spend most of my time in the bushes | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' re doing | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' ve done | |
| but in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care anymore | |
| ' i understand how everything sometimes | |
| turns out to be nothing,' you say | |
| but i wonder if you do | |
| and if we understood each other | |
| there' d be no need to talk | |
| but even that, even talking is out of reach | |
| should i say it with flowers or | |
| should i say it with nails? | |
| i' m not the kind to push you around | |
| but i don' t want to make myself vulnerable | |
| and if i was on my knees | |
| you' d have a pretty good view of my skull | |
| and i happen to know you' re carrying a chisel | |
| but in linctus hotel | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care anymore | |
| no | |
| in linctus house | |
| in my flesh hotel | |
| i don' t care | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' re doing | |
| ain' t that a shame | |
| know what you' ve done |