Song | Since K Got Over Me |
Artist | The Clientele |
Album | Strange Geometry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clientele, MacLean | |
Juliet, I get on my knees | |
Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity | |
But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split | |
Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it's as if | |
I don't think I'll be happy anyway | |
Just scratching out my name | |
And everything so lucid and so creepy | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I'm pretty tired of making lists | |
It's just this emptiness I can't chase it away | |
And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets | |
It's like walking on a trampoline | |
I don't think I'll be happy anyway | |
Just scratching out my name | |
And everything so vivid and so creepy | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
Theres a hole inside my skull | |
With warm air blowing in | |
Standing on the sidewalk | |
Where do I begin? | |
I don't think I’ll be happy anymore | |
I guess I closed that door | |
But every night, a strange geometry | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me |
zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean | |
Juliet, I get on my knees | |
Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity | |
But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split | |
Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it' s as if | |
I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
Just scratching out my name | |
And everything so lucid and so creepy | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I' m pretty tired of making lists | |
It' s just this emptiness I can' t chase it away | |
And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets | |
It' s like walking on a trampoline | |
I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
Just scratching out my name | |
And everything so vivid and so creepy | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
Theres a hole inside my skull | |
With warm air blowing in | |
Standing on the sidewalk | |
Where do I begin? | |
I don' t think I' ll be happy anymore | |
I guess I closed that door | |
But every night, a strange geometry | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me |
zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean | |
Juliet, I get on my knees | |
Speaking in tongues in a washed out sun in perfect clarity | |
But I get so delirious, I think my sides will split | |
Standing on the sidewalk, sometimes it' s as if | |
I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
Just scratching out my name | |
And everything so lucid and so creepy | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
All my senses sharp, my hands are fists, I' m pretty tired of making lists | |
It' s just this emptiness I can' t chase it away | |
And when the evening paints the streets, when the evening paints the streets | |
It' s like walking on a trampoline | |
I don' t think I' ll be happy anyway | |
Just scratching out my name | |
And everything so vivid and so creepy | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me | |
Theres a hole inside my skull | |
With warm air blowing in | |
Standing on the sidewalk | |
Where do I begin? | |
I don' t think I' ll be happy anymore | |
I guess I closed that door | |
But every night, a strange geometry | |
Since K got over me, since K got over me |