Song | Recovering The Satellites |
Artist | Counting Crows |
Album | Films About Ghosts:The Best Of |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Duritz | |
Gonna get back to basics, | |
Guess I'll start it up again, | |
I'm fallin' from the ceiling, | |
You're falling from the sky now and then. | |
Maybe you were shot down in pieces, | |
Maybe I slipped in between, | |
But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, | |
The wildest people they ever hoped to see, | |
Just you and me. | |
So why'd you come home, | |
To this sleepless town, | |
It's a lifetime commitment, | |
Recovering the satellites, | |
All anybody really wants to know is, | |
When you gonna come down, | |
When you gonna come down. | |
Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, | |
And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, | |
'Til they see themselves in telescopes, | |
Well listen, do you see yourself in me? | |
We're such crazy babies, little monkey, | |
God we're so fucked up, you and me. | |
So why'd you come home, | |
To this faithless town, | |
Where we make a lifetime commitment, | |
To recovering the satellites, | |
And all anybody really wants to know is, | |
When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, | |
When are you gonna come down. | |
She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, | |
She's got heaven in her eyes, | |
She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, | |
But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. | |
But we only stay in orbit, | |
For a moment of time, | |
And then you're everybody's satellite, | |
I wish that you were mine, | |
Wish that you were mine. | |
So why'd you come home, | |
To this angel's town, | |
Well it's a lifetime's decision, | |
Recovering the satellites, | |
All anybody really knows for sure is, | |
That you're gonna come down, | |
That you're gonna come down. |
zuo ci : Duritz | |
Gonna get back to basics, | |
Guess I' ll start it up again, | |
I' m fallin' from the ceiling, | |
You' re falling from the sky now and then. | |
Maybe you were shot down in pieces, | |
Maybe I slipped in between, | |
But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, | |
The wildest people they ever hoped to see, | |
Just you and me. | |
So why' d you come home, | |
To this sleepless town, | |
It' s a lifetime commitment, | |
Recovering the satellites, | |
All anybody really wants to know is, | |
When you gonna come down, | |
When you gonna come down. | |
Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, | |
And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, | |
' Til they see themselves in telescopes, | |
Well listen, do you see yourself in me? | |
We' re such crazy babies, little monkey, | |
God we' re so fucked up, you and me. | |
So why' d you come home, | |
To this faithless town, | |
Where we make a lifetime commitment, | |
To recovering the satellites, | |
And all anybody really wants to know is, | |
When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, | |
When are you gonna come down. | |
She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, | |
She' s got heaven in her eyes, | |
She says I don' t, I don' t, I don' t need to be an angel, | |
But I' m nothing, I' m nothing if I' m not this high. | |
But we only stay in orbit, | |
For a moment of time, | |
And then you' re everybody' s satellite, | |
I wish that you were mine, | |
Wish that you were mine. | |
So why' d you come home, | |
To this angel' s town, | |
Well it' s a lifetime' s decision, | |
Recovering the satellites, | |
All anybody really knows for sure is, | |
That you' re gonna come down, | |
That you' re gonna come down. |
zuò cí : Duritz | |
Gonna get back to basics, | |
Guess I' ll start it up again, | |
I' m fallin' from the ceiling, | |
You' re falling from the sky now and then. | |
Maybe you were shot down in pieces, | |
Maybe I slipped in between, | |
But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, | |
The wildest people they ever hoped to see, | |
Just you and me. | |
So why' d you come home, | |
To this sleepless town, | |
It' s a lifetime commitment, | |
Recovering the satellites, | |
All anybody really wants to know is, | |
When you gonna come down, | |
When you gonna come down. | |
Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, | |
And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, | |
' Til they see themselves in telescopes, | |
Well listen, do you see yourself in me? | |
We' re such crazy babies, little monkey, | |
God we' re so fucked up, you and me. | |
So why' d you come home, | |
To this faithless town, | |
Where we make a lifetime commitment, | |
To recovering the satellites, | |
And all anybody really wants to know is, | |
When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, | |
When are you gonna come down. | |
She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, | |
She' s got heaven in her eyes, | |
She says I don' t, I don' t, I don' t need to be an angel, | |
But I' m nothing, I' m nothing if I' m not this high. | |
But we only stay in orbit, | |
For a moment of time, | |
And then you' re everybody' s satellite, | |
I wish that you were mine, | |
Wish that you were mine. | |
So why' d you come home, | |
To this angel' s town, | |
Well it' s a lifetime' s decision, | |
Recovering the satellites, | |
All anybody really knows for sure is, | |
That you' re gonna come down, | |
That you' re gonna come down. |