Song | June Bugs |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Honey Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sparks, Sparks | |
I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades | |
As the stars rub against the dark skin of space | |
Every planet is turning and calling your name | |
For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are back in the yard | |
I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves | |
I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes | |
The wind's in the oak trees | |
It's been raining for days | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are crawling the yard | |
Yes, the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are back in the yard | |
Hawk moths are sipping the night-blooming rose | |
A honey as sweet as the moon's sugar glow | |
The leaves of the apple tree whispering low | |
The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are crawling the yard |
zuo qu : Sparks, Sparks | |
I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades | |
As the stars rub against the dark skin of space | |
Every planet is turning and calling your name | |
For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are back in the yard | |
I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves | |
I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes | |
The wind' s in the oak trees | |
It' s been raining for days | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are crawling the yard | |
Yes, the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are back in the yard | |
Hawk moths are sipping the nightblooming rose | |
A honey as sweet as the moon' s sugar glow | |
The leaves of the apple tree whispering low | |
The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are crawling the yard |
zuò qǔ : Sparks, Sparks | |
I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades | |
As the stars rub against the dark skin of space | |
Every planet is turning and calling your name | |
For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are back in the yard | |
I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves | |
I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes | |
The wind' s in the oak trees | |
It' s been raining for days | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are crawling the yard | |
Yes, the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are back in the yard | |
Hawk moths are sipping the nightblooming rose | |
A honey as sweet as the moon' s sugar glow | |
The leaves of the apple tree whispering low | |
The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan | |
Because the green buds are swelling | |
And the june bugs are crawling the yard |