Song | Bipolar Summer |
Artist | Jonathan Fire*Eater |
Album | Wolf Songs for Lambs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
Well there's a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping | |
It's the symbol of a memory quietly creeping | |
Through these empty cars of this train of thought | |
Well they're drinking in the aisles to the good friends they've lost | |
And the conductor with the voice so true | |
Says "I once had a friend who looked a lot like you" | |
Well I did too | |
Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror | |
We will do what we can just to keep him near | |
Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs | |
I'm think I'm beginning, man, to understand | |
That we're all some mothers babies once | |
We're all some mothers babies | |
And the pigeons climb down over us | |
In the sun in the sun so shady | |
And if I fly first class on a 747 | |
Oh I got magazines and gin | |
I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin | |
Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins | |
Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder | |
The ink-spot sky pulling me under | |
Under we go | |
We're all some mothers babies once | |
We're all some mothers babies | |
And the pigeons climb down over us | |
In the sun in the park so shady |
zuo qu : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
Well there' s a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping | |
It' s the symbol of a memory quietly creeping | |
Through these empty cars of this train of thought | |
Well they' re drinking in the aisles to the good friends they' ve lost | |
And the conductor with the voice so true | |
Says " I once had a friend who looked a lot like you" | |
Well I did too | |
Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror | |
We will do what we can just to keep him near | |
Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs | |
I' m think I' m beginning, man, to understand | |
That we' re all some mothers babies once | |
We' re all some mothers babies | |
And the pigeons climb down over us | |
In the sun in the sun so shady | |
And if I fly first class on a 747 | |
Oh I got magazines and gin | |
I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin | |
Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins | |
Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder | |
The inkspot sky pulling me under | |
Under we go | |
We' re all some mothers babies once | |
We' re all some mothers babies | |
And the pigeons climb down over us | |
In the sun in the park so shady |
zuò qǔ : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
Well there' s a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping | |
It' s the symbol of a memory quietly creeping | |
Through these empty cars of this train of thought | |
Well they' re drinking in the aisles to the good friends they' ve lost | |
And the conductor with the voice so true | |
Says " I once had a friend who looked a lot like you" | |
Well I did too | |
Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror | |
We will do what we can just to keep him near | |
Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs | |
I' m think I' m beginning, man, to understand | |
That we' re all some mothers babies once | |
We' re all some mothers babies | |
And the pigeons climb down over us | |
In the sun in the sun so shady | |
And if I fly first class on a 747 | |
Oh I got magazines and gin | |
I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin | |
Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins | |
Out here on the tundra there aint no thunder | |
The inkspot sky pulling me under | |
Under we go | |
We' re all some mothers babies once | |
We' re all some mothers babies | |
And the pigeons climb down over us | |
In the sun in the park so shady |