Song | Get Us Home |
Artist | The Panics |
Album | Cruel Guards |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : The Panics | |
作词 : The Panics | |
I've seen his face before | |
and I wonder what it means | |
three lonely figures standing at my door | |
and one he spoke to me | |
with a letter from my home | |
and a fever in his eyes | |
a chill went through my bones | |
and I bid my host goodbye | |
he gave me no reply | |
and I never looked behind | |
You've gotta get us home right now | |
There's no comfort in the cradle where | |
we sleep | |
It's a land of dark and wide | |
It won't let us survive for free | |
I made my way on trains, | |
through the brick and the lanes | |
where the burnt wrecks lay dead on | |
the plains | |
and it leaves your heart the same | |
but it must be in disguise | |
if in this distance is my prize | |
out here sometimes it can play a cruel trick | |
on the mind | |
it's playing one on mine | |
You've gotta get us home right now | |
There's no comfort in the cradle where | |
we sleep | |
It's a land of dark and wide | |
It won't let us survive for free | |
You've gotta get us home | |
you've gotta lay it in stone |
zuo qu : The Panics | |
zuo ci : The Panics | |
I' ve seen his face before | |
and I wonder what it means | |
three lonely figures standing at my door | |
and one he spoke to me | |
with a letter from my home | |
and a fever in his eyes | |
a chill went through my bones | |
and I bid my host goodbye | |
he gave me no reply | |
and I never looked behind | |
You' ve gotta get us home right now | |
There' s no comfort in the cradle where | |
we sleep | |
It' s a land of dark and wide | |
It won' t let us survive for free | |
I made my way on trains, | |
through the brick and the lanes | |
where the burnt wrecks lay dead on | |
the plains | |
and it leaves your heart the same | |
but it must be in disguise | |
if in this distance is my prize | |
out here sometimes it can play a cruel trick | |
on the mind | |
it' s playing one on mine | |
You' ve gotta get us home right now | |
There' s no comfort in the cradle where | |
we sleep | |
It' s a land of dark and wide | |
It won' t let us survive for free | |
You' ve gotta get us home | |
you' ve gotta lay it in stone |
zuò qǔ : The Panics | |
zuò cí : The Panics | |
I' ve seen his face before | |
and I wonder what it means | |
three lonely figures standing at my door | |
and one he spoke to me | |
with a letter from my home | |
and a fever in his eyes | |
a chill went through my bones | |
and I bid my host goodbye | |
he gave me no reply | |
and I never looked behind | |
You' ve gotta get us home right now | |
There' s no comfort in the cradle where | |
we sleep | |
It' s a land of dark and wide | |
It won' t let us survive for free | |
I made my way on trains, | |
through the brick and the lanes | |
where the burnt wrecks lay dead on | |
the plains | |
and it leaves your heart the same | |
but it must be in disguise | |
if in this distance is my prize | |
out here sometimes it can play a cruel trick | |
on the mind | |
it' s playing one on mine | |
You' ve gotta get us home right now | |
There' s no comfort in the cradle where | |
we sleep | |
It' s a land of dark and wide | |
It won' t let us survive for free | |
You' ve gotta get us home | |
you' ve gotta lay it in stone |