Song | Tiny Demons |
Artist | Todd Rundgren |
Album | Healing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rundgren | |
One of them plays a piccolo in my ear | |
Another one makes me smell things that aren't there | |
And they know where to hide | |
And they know everything that's inside | |
Of my head | |
Tiny demons, inside me | |
One of them ties a lasso around my heart | |
Another makes me nod when i drive the car | |
And they won't ever leave | |
But they won't show their faces to me | |
And they wait 'til i feel | |
Like they're gone and they jump out and steal | |
My relief | |
Tiny demons, inside me | |
Listen, listen | |
Listen for the sound | |
That is not in the music | |
Only you can hear it, | |
Only you can use it | |
It's the sound of someone breathing, | |
It's the breath of life | |
It's the sound that you are weaving | |
With the thread of life | |
Listen, listen | |
Listen to the sound, | |
Let nothing disturb you | |
You are in a place | |
Where nothing can hurt you | |
If you feel a strange sensation, | |
It can do no harm | |
Like the spiral of creation, | |
It will soon move on |
zuo qu : Rundgren | |
One of them plays a piccolo in my ear | |
Another one makes me smell things that aren' t there | |
And they know where to hide | |
And they know everything that' s inside | |
Of my head | |
Tiny demons, inside me | |
One of them ties a lasso around my heart | |
Another makes me nod when i drive the car | |
And they won' t ever leave | |
But they won' t show their faces to me | |
And they wait ' til i feel | |
Like they' re gone and they jump out and steal | |
My relief | |
Tiny demons, inside me | |
Listen, listen | |
Listen for the sound | |
That is not in the music | |
Only you can hear it, | |
Only you can use it | |
It' s the sound of someone breathing, | |
It' s the breath of life | |
It' s the sound that you are weaving | |
With the thread of life | |
Listen, listen | |
Listen to the sound, | |
Let nothing disturb you | |
You are in a place | |
Where nothing can hurt you | |
If you feel a strange sensation, | |
It can do no harm | |
Like the spiral of creation, | |
It will soon move on |
zuò qǔ : Rundgren | |
One of them plays a piccolo in my ear | |
Another one makes me smell things that aren' t there | |
And they know where to hide | |
And they know everything that' s inside | |
Of my head | |
Tiny demons, inside me | |
One of them ties a lasso around my heart | |
Another makes me nod when i drive the car | |
And they won' t ever leave | |
But they won' t show their faces to me | |
And they wait ' til i feel | |
Like they' re gone and they jump out and steal | |
My relief | |
Tiny demons, inside me | |
Listen, listen | |
Listen for the sound | |
That is not in the music | |
Only you can hear it, | |
Only you can use it | |
It' s the sound of someone breathing, | |
It' s the breath of life | |
It' s the sound that you are weaving | |
With the thread of life | |
Listen, listen | |
Listen to the sound, | |
Let nothing disturb you | |
You are in a place | |
Where nothing can hurt you | |
If you feel a strange sensation, | |
It can do no harm | |
Like the spiral of creation, | |
It will soon move on |