Song | Glass, Concrete & Stone |
Artist | David Byrne |
Album | Grown Backwards |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Byrne | |
Now | |
I'm waking at the crack of dawn | |
To send a little money home | |
From here to | |
The moon | |
Is rising like a discotheque | |
And now my bags are down and packed | |
For traveling | |
Looking at happiness | |
Keeping my flavor fresh | |
Nobody knows, I guess | |
How far I'll go | |
I know, so I'm | |
Leavin at six o'clock | |
Meet in the parking lot | |
Harriet Hendershot | |
Sunglasses on, she waits by this | |
Glass and concrete and stone | |
It is just a house, not a home | |
Skin | |
That covers me from head to toe | |
Except a couple tiny holes | |
And openings | |
Where | |
The city's blowing in and out | |
And this is what it's all about | |
Delightfully | |
Everything's possible | |
When you're an animal | |
Not inconceivable | |
How things can change | |
I know, so I'm | |
Putting on aftershave | |
Nothing is out of place | |
Gonna be on my way | |
Try to pretend | |
It's not | |
Only glass and concrete and stone | |
And it's just a house, not a home | |
And it's glass and concrete and stone | |
It is just a house, not a home | |
And my head is fifty feet high | |
Will my body and soul be my guide? |
zuo ci : Byrne | |
Now | |
I' m waking at the crack of dawn | |
To send a little money home | |
From here to | |
The moon | |
Is rising like a discotheque | |
And now my bags are down and packed | |
For traveling | |
Looking at happiness | |
Keeping my flavor fresh | |
Nobody knows, I guess | |
How far I' ll go | |
I know, so I' m | |
Leavin at six o' clock | |
Meet in the parking lot | |
Harriet Hendershot | |
Sunglasses on, she waits by this | |
Glass and concrete and stone | |
It is just a house, not a home | |
Skin | |
That covers me from head to toe | |
Except a couple tiny holes | |
And openings | |
Where | |
The city' s blowing in and out | |
And this is what it' s all about | |
Delightfully | |
Everything' s possible | |
When you' re an animal | |
Not inconceivable | |
How things can change | |
I know, so I' m | |
Putting on aftershave | |
Nothing is out of place | |
Gonna be on my way | |
Try to pretend | |
It' s not | |
Only glass and concrete and stone | |
And it' s just a house, not a home | |
And it' s glass and concrete and stone | |
It is just a house, not a home | |
And my head is fifty feet high | |
Will my body and soul be my guide? |
zuò cí : Byrne | |
Now | |
I' m waking at the crack of dawn | |
To send a little money home | |
From here to | |
The moon | |
Is rising like a discotheque | |
And now my bags are down and packed | |
For traveling | |
Looking at happiness | |
Keeping my flavor fresh | |
Nobody knows, I guess | |
How far I' ll go | |
I know, so I' m | |
Leavin at six o' clock | |
Meet in the parking lot | |
Harriet Hendershot | |
Sunglasses on, she waits by this | |
Glass and concrete and stone | |
It is just a house, not a home | |
Skin | |
That covers me from head to toe | |
Except a couple tiny holes | |
And openings | |
Where | |
The city' s blowing in and out | |
And this is what it' s all about | |
Delightfully | |
Everything' s possible | |
When you' re an animal | |
Not inconceivable | |
How things can change | |
I know, so I' m | |
Putting on aftershave | |
Nothing is out of place | |
Gonna be on my way | |
Try to pretend | |
It' s not | |
Only glass and concrete and stone | |
And it' s just a house, not a home | |
And it' s glass and concrete and stone | |
It is just a house, not a home | |
And my head is fifty feet high | |
Will my body and soul be my guide? |