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 |