Song | Russian Hill |
Artist | Jellyfish |
Album | Spilt Milk |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Jellyfish | |
I dreamt about a tranquil | |
Sunday drive | |
A sensory lullaby | |
We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines | |
For pistons and gasoline | |
We see the road from the bedside | |
Parked under the sunshine | |
We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside | |
And take it to the motorway | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces it's fun to play | |
Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
Until we spill onto | |
Russian Hill | |
Past cathedrals filled with | |
God's favorite guests | |
Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their | |
Sunday best | |
Treeline village oh so heavenly | |
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper | |
Only Eden is for millionaires | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play | |
Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
Until we spill onto | |
Russian Hill | |
I'm pulling through the last stoplight | |
We head home past the shoreline | |
And through the rear view mirror it all melts away ' | |
Til we're helpless | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play (We're hopeless) | |
We shift the gears for years and age a single day (It fades away) | |
For like curtains close this sunset matinee | |
A dream fulfilled on | |
Russian Hill |
zuo ci : Jellyfish | |
I dreamt about a tranquil | |
Sunday drive | |
A sensory lullaby | |
We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines | |
For pistons and gasoline | |
We see the road from the bedside | |
Parked under the sunshine | |
We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside | |
And take it to the motorway | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces it' s fun to play | |
Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
Until we spill onto | |
Russian Hill | |
Past cathedrals filled with | |
God' s favorite guests | |
Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their | |
Sunday best | |
Treeline village oh so heavenly | |
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper | |
Only Eden is for millionaires | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play | |
Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
Until we spill onto | |
Russian Hill | |
I' m pulling through the last stoplight | |
We head home past the shoreline | |
And through the rear view mirror it all melts away ' | |
Til we' re helpless | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play We' re hopeless | |
We shift the gears for years and age a single day It fades away | |
For like curtains close this sunset matinee | |
A dream fulfilled on | |
Russian Hill |
zuò cí : Jellyfish | |
I dreamt about a tranquil | |
Sunday drive | |
A sensory lullaby | |
We trade the comics, cartoons, and magazines | |
For pistons and gasoline | |
We see the road from the bedside | |
Parked under the sunshine | |
We feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside | |
And take it to the motorway | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces it' s fun to play | |
Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
Until we spill onto | |
Russian Hill | |
Past cathedrals filled with | |
God' s favorite guests | |
Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their | |
Sunday best | |
Treeline village oh so heavenly | |
Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper | |
Only Eden is for millionaires | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play | |
Shift the gears for years and age a single day | |
Until we spill onto | |
Russian Hill | |
I' m pulling through the last stoplight | |
We head home past the shoreline | |
And through the rear view mirror it all melts away ' | |
Til we' re helpless | |
Watch the clouds turn into faces its fun to play We' re hopeless | |
We shift the gears for years and age a single day It fades away | |
For like curtains close this sunset matinee | |
A dream fulfilled on | |
Russian Hill |