Song | God Was In The Water |
Artist | Bonnie Raitt |
Album | Bonnie Raitt And Friends |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bramblett, Causey | |
God was in the water that day | |
Pickin' through the roots and stones | |
Trippin' over sunken logs | |
Tryin' not to make his presence known | |
God was in the water that day | |
Wadin' in careful steps | |
Bubbles risin' from his feet | |
Comin' up from the muddy depths | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the shadows | |
Castin' out a line but no one's biting | |
I am at my pitiful desk | |
Starin' at he colorless walls | |
Wishin' I was any place else | |
Down into a dream I fall | |
Sittin' in a tiny boat | |
Driftin' on the mindless sea | |
And if I disappear | |
At least I'm floating free | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the darkness | |
Castin' out a line but no one's biting | |
God was in the air that day | |
Breathin' out a haunted breeze | |
Tryin' not to make a sound | |
Shufflin' through the dried up leaves | |
God was in the air that day | |
Circlin' like a drunken hawk | |
Sweepin' with a hungry eye | |
Over the ground I walk | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the darkness | |
Castin' out a line but no one's biting | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the shadows | |
Castin' out a line but no one's biting |
zuo ci : Bramblett, Causey | |
God was in the water that day | |
Pickin' through the roots and stones | |
Trippin' over sunken logs | |
Tryin' not to make his presence known | |
God was in the water that day | |
Wadin' in careful steps | |
Bubbles risin' from his feet | |
Comin' up from the muddy depths | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the shadows | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting | |
I am at my pitiful desk | |
Starin' at he colorless walls | |
Wishin' I was any place else | |
Down into a dream I fall | |
Sittin' in a tiny boat | |
Driftin' on the mindless sea | |
And if I disappear | |
At least I' m floating free | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the darkness | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting | |
God was in the air that day | |
Breathin' out a haunted breeze | |
Tryin' not to make a sound | |
Shufflin' through the dried up leaves | |
God was in the air that day | |
Circlin' like a drunken hawk | |
Sweepin' with a hungry eye | |
Over the ground I walk | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the darkness | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the shadows | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting |
zuò cí : Bramblett, Causey | |
God was in the water that day | |
Pickin' through the roots and stones | |
Trippin' over sunken logs | |
Tryin' not to make his presence known | |
God was in the water that day | |
Wadin' in careful steps | |
Bubbles risin' from his feet | |
Comin' up from the muddy depths | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the shadows | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting | |
I am at my pitiful desk | |
Starin' at he colorless walls | |
Wishin' I was any place else | |
Down into a dream I fall | |
Sittin' in a tiny boat | |
Driftin' on the mindless sea | |
And if I disappear | |
At least I' m floating free | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the darkness | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting | |
God was in the air that day | |
Breathin' out a haunted breeze | |
Tryin' not to make a sound | |
Shufflin' through the dried up leaves | |
God was in the air that day | |
Circlin' like a drunken hawk | |
Sweepin' with a hungry eye | |
Over the ground I walk | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the darkness | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting | |
Castin' out a line | |
Castin' out a line to the shadows | |
Castin' out a line but no one' s biting |