| Song | Arkadelphia |
| Artist | Waxahatchee |
| Album | Saint Cloud |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:21.09] | I lose my grip, I drive out far |
| [00:25.88] | Past fireworks at the old trailer park |
| [00:29.96] | And folding chairs, American flags |
| [00:34.36] | Selling tomatoes at five bucks a bag |
| [00:47.45] | When she was young, she kept to herself |
| [00:51.49] | Now she regrets sending me straight to Hell |
| [00:56.08] | She kissed my cheek, she touched my skin |
| [00:59.61] | She said "you're just as stupid as I was back then" |
| [01:12.92] | If I burn out like a lightbulb |
| [01:17.32] | They'll say "she wasn't meant for that life" |
| [01:22.53] | They'll put it all in a capsule and save it for a dark night |
| [01:50.45] | When we were kids, free as the air |
| [01:55.58] | With a violence craving to turn up somewhere |
| [01:59.32] | A tap dancer, a memorized number |
| [02:03.54] | An avalanche of the deep red clay earth |
| [02:16.63] | When it got bad, Arkadelphia Road |
| [02:21.31] | I couldn't cry, I just pick up the load |
| [02:25.42] | And feign a strength, try to force your hand |
| [02:29.72] | But you leave a promise wherever it may land |
| [02:38.98] | If you get real close to the ending |
| [02:42.27] | I hope you know I did what I could |
| [02:47.79] | We try to give it all meaning |
| [02:52.03] | Glorify the grain of the wood |
| [02:55.38] | Tell ourselves what's beautiful and good |
| [03:15.48] | I hold on tight, come in from far |
| [03:20.25] | I watch the baby run around the yard |
| [03:24.37] | Get lonely for what I'll never know |
| [03:28.94] | Losing the thread of a story, over told |
| [03:41.64] | If we luck out, free as the air |
| [03:45.72] | With an unrest craving to spill everywhere |
| [03:51.01] | We'll weigh what's good and get real old |
| [03:55.06] | Keep driving straight searching for a heart of gold |
| [04:03.17] | If we make pleasant conversation |
| [04:07.56] | I hope you can't see what's burning in me |
| [04:12.66] | To see a slip as a failure |
| [04:16.52] | A balance I couldn't keep |
| [04:20.39] | You count the rings for truth you'll never cheat |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:21.09] | I lose my grip, I drive out far |
| [00:25.88] | Past fireworks at the old trailer park |
| [00:29.96] | And folding chairs, American flags |
| [00:34.36] | Selling tomatoes at five bucks a bag |
| [00:47.45] | When she was young, she kept to herself |
| [00:51.49] | Now she regrets sending me straight to Hell |
| [00:56.08] | She kissed my cheek, she touched my skin |
| [00:59.61] | She said " you' re just as stupid as I was back then" |
| [01:12.92] | If I burn out like a lightbulb |
| [01:17.32] | They' ll say " she wasn' t meant for that life" |
| [01:22.53] | They' ll put it all in a capsule and save it for a dark night |
| [01:50.45] | When we were kids, free as the air |
| [01:55.58] | With a violence craving to turn up somewhere |
| [01:59.32] | A tap dancer, a memorized number |
| [02:03.54] | An avalanche of the deep red clay earth |
| [02:16.63] | When it got bad, Arkadelphia Road |
| [02:21.31] | I couldn' t cry, I just pick up the load |
| [02:25.42] | And feign a strength, try to force your hand |
| [02:29.72] | But you leave a promise wherever it may land |
| [02:38.98] | If you get real close to the ending |
| [02:42.27] | I hope you know I did what I could |
| [02:47.79] | We try to give it all meaning |
| [02:52.03] | Glorify the grain of the wood |
| [02:55.38] | Tell ourselves what' s beautiful and good |
| [03:15.48] | I hold on tight, come in from far |
| [03:20.25] | I watch the baby run around the yard |
| [03:24.37] | Get lonely for what I' ll never know |
| [03:28.94] | Losing the thread of a story, over told |
| [03:41.64] | If we luck out, free as the air |
| [03:45.72] | With an unrest craving to spill everywhere |
| [03:51.01] | We' ll weigh what' s good and get real old |
| [03:55.06] | Keep driving straight searching for a heart of gold |
| [04:03.17] | If we make pleasant conversation |
| [04:07.56] | I hope you can' t see what' s burning in me |
| [04:12.66] | To see a slip as a failure |
| [04:16.52] | A balance I couldn' t keep |
| [04:20.39] | You count the rings for truth you' ll never cheat |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Katie Crutchfield |
| [00:21.09] | I lose my grip, I drive out far |
| [00:25.88] | Past fireworks at the old trailer park |
| [00:29.96] | And folding chairs, American flags |
| [00:34.36] | Selling tomatoes at five bucks a bag |
| [00:47.45] | When she was young, she kept to herself |
| [00:51.49] | Now she regrets sending me straight to Hell |
| [00:56.08] | She kissed my cheek, she touched my skin |
| [00:59.61] | She said " you' re just as stupid as I was back then" |
| [01:12.92] | If I burn out like a lightbulb |
| [01:17.32] | They' ll say " she wasn' t meant for that life" |
| [01:22.53] | They' ll put it all in a capsule and save it for a dark night |
| [01:50.45] | When we were kids, free as the air |
| [01:55.58] | With a violence craving to turn up somewhere |
| [01:59.32] | A tap dancer, a memorized number |
| [02:03.54] | An avalanche of the deep red clay earth |
| [02:16.63] | When it got bad, Arkadelphia Road |
| [02:21.31] | I couldn' t cry, I just pick up the load |
| [02:25.42] | And feign a strength, try to force your hand |
| [02:29.72] | But you leave a promise wherever it may land |
| [02:38.98] | If you get real close to the ending |
| [02:42.27] | I hope you know I did what I could |
| [02:47.79] | We try to give it all meaning |
| [02:52.03] | Glorify the grain of the wood |
| [02:55.38] | Tell ourselves what' s beautiful and good |
| [03:15.48] | I hold on tight, come in from far |
| [03:20.25] | I watch the baby run around the yard |
| [03:24.37] | Get lonely for what I' ll never know |
| [03:28.94] | Losing the thread of a story, over told |
| [03:41.64] | If we luck out, free as the air |
| [03:45.72] | With an unrest craving to spill everywhere |
| [03:51.01] | We' ll weigh what' s good and get real old |
| [03:55.06] | Keep driving straight searching for a heart of gold |
| [04:03.17] | If we make pleasant conversation |
| [04:07.56] | I hope you can' t see what' s burning in me |
| [04:12.66] | To see a slip as a failure |
| [04:16.52] | A balance I couldn' t keep |
| [04:20.39] | You count the rings for truth you' ll never cheat |