Never Good With Horses Lyrics
| Song | Never Good With Horses |
| Artist | LYR |
| Album | Call in the Crash Team |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Patrick J Pearson/Simon Armitage/Richard Walters |
| [00:00.046] | 作曲 : Patrick J Pearson/Simon Armitage/Richard Walters |
| [00:00.092] | You were happiest in the dark room |
| [00:02.234] | conjuring shadows and shades |
| [00:04.768] | running film through your dry fingers |
| [00:07.589] | keeping ghosts in their graves |
| [00:10.776] | And you could handle a steering wheel |
| [00:14.250] | rounding the corners and bends |
| [00:16.941] | watching the movie of life play out |
| [00:20.023] | through the windscreen's lens |
| [00:22.348] | But you were never good with horses |
| [00:25.039] | were you, my dear |
| [00:27.311] | Always took a step backwards |
| [00:29.114] | when they came near |
| [00:31.622] | Couldn't bear to look |
| [00:32.797] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [00:36.324] | Couldn't hold your hand flat |
| [00:39.014] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [00:45.597] | |
| [01:08.010] | Thanks for the dried buttercups |
| [01:10.466] | pressed between faded pages |
| [01:13.235] | Thanks for the tropical butterflies |
| [01:16.317] | pinned in their glass cases |
| [01:19.556] | For the snow-white rabbit's foot |
| [01:21.881] | screwed to a key fob |
| [01:24.154] | All of my thanks |
| [01:26.191] | And the skulls studded with precious stones |
| [01:29.509] | And sharks in their glass tanks |
| [01:33.114] | But you were never good with horses |
| [01:35.334] | were you, my dear |
| [01:37.920] | Always took a step backwards |
| [01:39.566] | when they came near |
| [01:41.578] | Couldn't bear to look |
| [01:43.197] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [01:46.828] | Couldn't hold your hand flat |
| [01:48.840] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [02:02.606] | |
| [02:17.966] | You said a man with his own telescope |
| [02:21.258] | isn't especially strange |
| [02:23.922] | And to be a collector of doll's houses |
| [02:27.109] | is fine for a guy of your age |
| [02:31.158] | I said look at their pretty ankles |
| [02:34.554] | and smooth coats |
| [02:36.461] | look at the grey and the black |
| [02:39.465] | But you wanted the painted, wooden kind |
| [02:43.148] | You could rock this way and that |
| [02:47.328] | And you were never good with horses |
| [02:49.600] | were you, my dear |
| [02:51.821] | Always took a step backwards |
| [02:53.780] | when they came near |
| [02:55.765] | Couldn't bear to look |
| [02:57.150] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [03:00.180] | Couldn't hold your hand flat |
| [03:02.636] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Patrick J Pearson Simon Armitage Richard Walters |
| [00:00.046] | zuo qu : Patrick J Pearson Simon Armitage Richard Walters |
| [00:00.092] | You were happiest in the dark room |
| [00:02.234] | conjuring shadows and shades |
| [00:04.768] | running film through your dry fingers |
| [00:07.589] | keeping ghosts in their graves |
| [00:10.776] | And you could handle a steering wheel |
| [00:14.250] | rounding the corners and bends |
| [00:16.941] | watching the movie of life play out |
| [00:20.023] | through the windscreen' s lens |
| [00:22.348] | But you were never good with horses |
| [00:25.039] | were you, my dear |
| [00:27.311] | Always took a step backwards |
| [00:29.114] | when they came near |
| [00:31.622] | Couldn' t bear to look |
| [00:32.797] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [00:36.324] | Couldn' t hold your hand flat |
| [00:39.014] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [00:45.597] | |
| [01:08.010] | Thanks for the dried buttercups |
| [01:10.466] | pressed between faded pages |
| [01:13.235] | Thanks for the tropical butterflies |
| [01:16.317] | pinned in their glass cases |
| [01:19.556] | For the snow-white rabbit' s foot |
| [01:21.881] | screwed to a key fob |
| [01:24.154] | All of my thanks |
| [01:26.191] | And the skulls studded with precious stones |
| [01:29.509] | And sharks in their glass tanks |
| [01:33.114] | But you were never good with horses |
| [01:35.334] | were you, my dear |
| [01:37.920] | Always took a step backwards |
| [01:39.566] | when they came near |
| [01:41.578] | Couldn' t bear to look |
| [01:43.197] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [01:46.828] | Couldn' t hold your hand flat |
| [01:48.840] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [02:02.606] | |
| [02:17.966] | You said a man with his own telescope |
| [02:21.258] | isn' t especially strange |
| [02:23.922] | And to be a collector of doll' s houses |
| [02:27.109] | is fine for a guy of your age |
| [02:31.158] | I said look at their pretty ankles |
| [02:34.554] | and smooth coats |
| [02:36.461] | look at the grey and the black |
| [02:39.465] | But you wanted the painted, wooden kind |
| [02:43.148] | You could rock this way and that |
| [02:47.328] | And you were never good with horses |
| [02:49.600] | were you, my dear |
| [02:51.821] | Always took a step backwards |
| [02:53.780] | when they came near |
| [02:55.765] | Couldn' t bear to look |
| [02:57.150] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [03:00.180] | Couldn' t hold your hand flat |
| [03:02.636] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Patrick J Pearson Simon Armitage Richard Walters |
| [00:00.046] | zuò qǔ : Patrick J Pearson Simon Armitage Richard Walters |
| [00:00.092] | You were happiest in the dark room |
| [00:02.234] | conjuring shadows and shades |
| [00:04.768] | running film through your dry fingers |
| [00:07.589] | keeping ghosts in their graves |
| [00:10.776] | And you could handle a steering wheel |
| [00:14.250] | rounding the corners and bends |
| [00:16.941] | watching the movie of life play out |
| [00:20.023] | through the windscreen' s lens |
| [00:22.348] | But you were never good with horses |
| [00:25.039] | were you, my dear |
| [00:27.311] | Always took a step backwards |
| [00:29.114] | when they came near |
| [00:31.622] | Couldn' t bear to look |
| [00:32.797] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [00:36.324] | Couldn' t hold your hand flat |
| [00:39.014] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [00:45.597] | |
| [01:08.010] | Thanks for the dried buttercups |
| [01:10.466] | pressed between faded pages |
| [01:13.235] | Thanks for the tropical butterflies |
| [01:16.317] | pinned in their glass cases |
| [01:19.556] | For the snow-white rabbit' s foot |
| [01:21.881] | screwed to a key fob |
| [01:24.154] | All of my thanks |
| [01:26.191] | And the skulls studded with precious stones |
| [01:29.509] | And sharks in their glass tanks |
| [01:33.114] | But you were never good with horses |
| [01:35.334] | were you, my dear |
| [01:37.920] | Always took a step backwards |
| [01:39.566] | when they came near |
| [01:41.578] | Couldn' t bear to look |
| [01:43.197] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [01:46.828] | Couldn' t hold your hand flat |
| [01:48.840] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
| [02:02.606] | |
| [02:17.966] | You said a man with his own telescope |
| [02:21.258] | isn' t especially strange |
| [02:23.922] | And to be a collector of doll' s houses |
| [02:27.109] | is fine for a guy of your age |
| [02:31.158] | I said look at their pretty ankles |
| [02:34.554] | and smooth coats |
| [02:36.461] | look at the grey and the black |
| [02:39.465] | But you wanted the painted, wooden kind |
| [02:43.148] | You could rock this way and that |
| [02:47.328] | And you were never good with horses |
| [02:49.600] | were you, my dear |
| [02:51.821] | Always took a step backwards |
| [02:53.780] | when they came near |
| [02:55.765] | Couldn' t bear to look |
| [02:57.150] | in the dark rock-pools of their eyes |
| [03:00.180] | Couldn' t hold your hand flat |
| [03:02.636] | and offer your sugar cube lies |
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