Song | A Thousand Diamond Rings |
Artist | The Handsome Family |
Album | Honey Moon |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sparks, Sparks | |
A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck | |
Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun | |
The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drive-thru banks | |
Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat | |
And even the broken glass scattered in the street | |
Shines like a thousand diamond rings | |
Neon above the old motels | |
Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills | |
The sunset's a bird with wings made out of fire | |
Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky | |
And every night from 6:00 to 6:05 | |
The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light | |
Even the broken glass shattered in the street | |
Shines like a thousand diamond rings |
zuo qu : Sparks, Sparks | |
A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck | |
Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun | |
The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drivethru banks | |
Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat | |
And even the broken glass scattered in the street | |
Shines like a thousand diamond rings | |
Neon above the old motels | |
Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills | |
The sunset' s a bird with wings made out of fire | |
Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky | |
And every night from 6: 00 to 6: 05 | |
The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light | |
Even the broken glass shattered in the street | |
Shines like a thousand diamond rings |
zuò qǔ : Sparks, Sparks | |
A smashed windshield, the dust on a pickup truck | |
Shine with silver secrets in the Albuquerque sun | |
The light makes jewels of pawn shops and drivethru banks | |
Wrinkled faces staring out the windows of the laundromat | |
And even the broken glass scattered in the street | |
Shines like a thousand diamond rings | |
Neon above the old motels | |
Warehouse stores and strip malls, houses sprawled across the hills | |
The sunset' s a bird with wings made out of fire | |
Parking lots turn to gold as it glides across the sky | |
And every night from 6: 00 to 6: 05 | |
The desert dirt shimmers like a sea of watermelon light | |
Even the broken glass shattered in the street | |
Shines like a thousand diamond rings |