Song | View from Below |
Artist | The Minus 5 |
Album | Down With Wilco |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCaughey | |
The hallway smells of lemon | |
With my face pushed to the ground | |
The windows at their very best | |
Are dripping to the sound | |
You'll never win the way you won again | |
In the bedroom, bastard swings | |
A plastic vodka jug | |
And I can see your penny loafers | |
Drop onto the rug | |
You'll never win the way you won again | |
Wish it was a two-way mirror on the ceiling | |
And I was looking through from the attic | |
Instead of getting carpet burn when I'm turning | |
Fighting sparks in the dark from the static | |
Two legs of the coffee table | |
Are scratched up by your cat | |
Well, I may take him far away | |
What would you think of that? | |
You'll never win the way you won again | |
You, the bastard, and vodka, me and the floor | |
Another perfect marriage, another perfect war | |
You'll never win the way you won again |
zuo qu : McCaughey | |
The hallway smells of lemon | |
With my face pushed to the ground | |
The windows at their very best | |
Are dripping to the sound | |
You' ll never win the way you won again | |
In the bedroom, bastard swings | |
A plastic vodka jug | |
And I can see your penny loafers | |
Drop onto the rug | |
You' ll never win the way you won again | |
Wish it was a twoway mirror on the ceiling | |
And I was looking through from the attic | |
Instead of getting carpet burn when I' m turning | |
Fighting sparks in the dark from the static | |
Two legs of the coffee table | |
Are scratched up by your cat | |
Well, I may take him far away | |
What would you think of that? | |
You' ll never win the way you won again | |
You, the bastard, and vodka, me and the floor | |
Another perfect marriage, another perfect war | |
You' ll never win the way you won again |
zuò qǔ : McCaughey | |
The hallway smells of lemon | |
With my face pushed to the ground | |
The windows at their very best | |
Are dripping to the sound | |
You' ll never win the way you won again | |
In the bedroom, bastard swings | |
A plastic vodka jug | |
And I can see your penny loafers | |
Drop onto the rug | |
You' ll never win the way you won again | |
Wish it was a twoway mirror on the ceiling | |
And I was looking through from the attic | |
Instead of getting carpet burn when I' m turning | |
Fighting sparks in the dark from the static | |
Two legs of the coffee table | |
Are scratched up by your cat | |
Well, I may take him far away | |
What would you think of that? | |
You' ll never win the way you won again | |
You, the bastard, and vodka, me and the floor | |
Another perfect marriage, another perfect war | |
You' ll never win the way you won again |