Song | Passenger Pigeons |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Twilight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Brett Sparks/Rennie Sparks | |
Ever since you moved out | |
I've been living in the park | |
I'd rather talk to the wind | |
Than an empty apartment | |
And I wish I could forget | |
How a billion birds flew in | |
My hollow, dying heart | |
The first time I touched your arm | |
Once there were a billion passenger pigeons | |
So many flew by they darkened the sky | |
But they were clubbed and shot, netted, gassed and burned | |
Until there was nothing left but vines of empty nests | |
I can't believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear | |
The park is empty now | |
It's so cold out | |
And all the paddle boats | |
Are covered up with snow | |
Once again it's dark | |
The electric lights snap on | |
But I'm still sitting here | |
Drinking frozen beer | |
And throwing potato chips | |
Into the white snowdrifts | |
Just in case a bird decides | |
To fly through hinter night | |
I can't believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear | |
Oh, I can't believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear |
zuo qu : Brett Sparks Rennie Sparks | |
Ever since you moved out | |
I' ve been living in the park | |
I' d rather talk to the wind | |
Than an empty apartment | |
And I wish I could forget | |
How a billion birds flew in | |
My hollow, dying heart | |
The first time I touched your arm | |
Once there were a billion passenger pigeons | |
So many flew by they darkened the sky | |
But they were clubbed and shot, netted, gassed and burned | |
Until there was nothing left but vines of empty nests | |
I can' t believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear | |
The park is empty now | |
It' s so cold out | |
And all the paddle boats | |
Are covered up with snow | |
Once again it' s dark | |
The electric lights snap on | |
But I' m still sitting here | |
Drinking frozen beer | |
And throwing potato chips | |
Into the white snowdrifts | |
Just in case a bird decides | |
To fly through hinter night | |
I can' t believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear | |
Oh, I can' t believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear |
zuò qǔ : Brett Sparks Rennie Sparks | |
Ever since you moved out | |
I' ve been living in the park | |
I' d rather talk to the wind | |
Than an empty apartment | |
And I wish I could forget | |
How a billion birds flew in | |
My hollow, dying heart | |
The first time I touched your arm | |
Once there were a billion passenger pigeons | |
So many flew by they darkened the sky | |
But they were clubbed and shot, netted, gassed and burned | |
Until there was nothing left but vines of empty nests | |
I can' t believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear | |
The park is empty now | |
It' s so cold out | |
And all the paddle boats | |
Are covered up with snow | |
Once again it' s dark | |
The electric lights snap on | |
But I' m still sitting here | |
Drinking frozen beer | |
And throwing potato chips | |
Into the white snowdrifts | |
Just in case a bird decides | |
To fly through hinter night | |
I can' t believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear | |
Oh, I can' t believe how easily | |
A billion birds can disappear |