Song | Leanin' Like a Barn |
Artist | Tilt |
Album | 'Til It Kills |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cinder Block | |
I hit every red light | |
I threw everything out | |
Of the house I left | |
But I came back | |
Walk backwards through | |
The door | |
You didn't save a bit for me | |
You didn't nod or disagree | |
Our sidewalk is askew | |
Our rent is overdue | |
I'm leaning like a barn | |
I'm abandoned like a house | |
I'm feeling like a knife | |
In a drawer | |
Admit you brought the drought | |
You're so dry to the touch | |
And I pray for the rain | |
I'd love to help you bake | |
But the killer on your face | |
Says you're gone | |
You didn't leave a note for me | |
You didn't see me sharpening | |
My steps are falling through | |
Our home is ready to split | |
In two | |
Don't need a sickle to | |
Cut you down | |
Don't need no divining rod | |
To track you down | |
The rains are coming and | |
The sky is brown the | |
Weather vane is spinning | |
Spinning around |
zuo qu : Cinder Block | |
I hit every red light | |
I threw everything out | |
Of the house I left | |
But I came back | |
Walk backwards through | |
The door | |
You didn' t save a bit for me | |
You didn' t nod or disagree | |
Our sidewalk is askew | |
Our rent is overdue | |
I' m leaning like a barn | |
I' m abandoned like a house | |
I' m feeling like a knife | |
In a drawer | |
Admit you brought the drought | |
You' re so dry to the touch | |
And I pray for the rain | |
I' d love to help you bake | |
But the killer on your face | |
Says you' re gone | |
You didn' t leave a note for me | |
You didn' t see me sharpening | |
My steps are falling through | |
Our home is ready to split | |
In two | |
Don' t need a sickle to | |
Cut you down | |
Don' t need no divining rod | |
To track you down | |
The rains are coming and | |
The sky is brown the | |
Weather vane is spinning | |
Spinning around |
zuò qǔ : Cinder Block | |
I hit every red light | |
I threw everything out | |
Of the house I left | |
But I came back | |
Walk backwards through | |
The door | |
You didn' t save a bit for me | |
You didn' t nod or disagree | |
Our sidewalk is askew | |
Our rent is overdue | |
I' m leaning like a barn | |
I' m abandoned like a house | |
I' m feeling like a knife | |
In a drawer | |
Admit you brought the drought | |
You' re so dry to the touch | |
And I pray for the rain | |
I' d love to help you bake | |
But the killer on your face | |
Says you' re gone | |
You didn' t leave a note for me | |
You didn' t see me sharpening | |
My steps are falling through | |
Our home is ready to split | |
In two | |
Don' t need a sickle to | |
Cut you down | |
Don' t need no divining rod | |
To track you down | |
The rains are coming and | |
The sky is brown the | |
Weather vane is spinning | |
Spinning around |