Song | When I Came Home From The Party |
Artist | The Clientele |
Album | Strange Geometry |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clientele, MacLean | |
When I came home from the party | |
Everything had changed | |
The city was beside itself | |
Just one inch away | |
Alright, my tongue gets split, my hands are gloves | |
I just can't quite shake it off | |
I just can't quite shake it off | |
I just can't quite shake it off | |
When I came home from the movies | |
Through each tenement line | |
The city was in rapture for | |
The twenty-second time | |
Alright, they haunted you in middle school | |
All the sunlit faces | |
Marching through the crowd | |
All the sunlit faces marching through the crowd | |
All that day and all that night our dead friends walked into the streets | |
Their faces in the doorways like a mirror to your photographs | |
They mingled with the crowds until the living and the dead became each other |
zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean | |
When I came home from the party | |
Everything had changed | |
The city was beside itself | |
Just one inch away | |
Alright, my tongue gets split, my hands are gloves | |
I just can' t quite shake it off | |
I just can' t quite shake it off | |
I just can' t quite shake it off | |
When I came home from the movies | |
Through each tenement line | |
The city was in rapture for | |
The twentysecond time | |
Alright, they haunted you in middle school | |
All the sunlit faces | |
Marching through the crowd | |
All the sunlit faces marching through the crowd | |
All that day and all that night our dead friends walked into the streets | |
Their faces in the doorways like a mirror to your photographs | |
They mingled with the crowds until the living and the dead became each other |
zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean | |
When I came home from the party | |
Everything had changed | |
The city was beside itself | |
Just one inch away | |
Alright, my tongue gets split, my hands are gloves | |
I just can' t quite shake it off | |
I just can' t quite shake it off | |
I just can' t quite shake it off | |
When I came home from the movies | |
Through each tenement line | |
The city was in rapture for | |
The twentysecond time | |
Alright, they haunted you in middle school | |
All the sunlit faces | |
Marching through the crowd | |
All the sunlit faces marching through the crowd | |
All that day and all that night our dead friends walked into the streets | |
Their faces in the doorways like a mirror to your photographs | |
They mingled with the crowds until the living and the dead became each other |