Song | A Night in the Nursery |
Artist | Jonathan Fire*Eater |
Album | Wolf Songs for Lambs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
Come a-hither come a-hither to me under the canopy | |
Pull the sheets up high another milky sky | |
There are oranges and bananas and coffee with cream | |
Try to be patient now while your bother tells his dream | |
I remember a storm and a picnic by the lake | |
I remember the mess a little anger can make | |
I eat my breakfast like the food at a wake | |
Like a little lamb | |
Put me in the car and take me to my bed | |
There's a train in my blood and it's ringing in my head | |
In a bedroom so dark, a friend is a-napping | |
In the hallway there's a bar and a cane is a-tapping | |
On the floorboards | |
Carriage lamps flicker past the docks | |
And the crooked masts | |
And the palsied and the plagued and the streets of the ash | |
There were children they were singing all the sailors carols | |
Now they're hardluck faces round the fire | |
So put me in my car and take me to my bed | |
There's a train in my bloodstream and it's ringing in my head | |
It's the sun through the slats that keeps us coming back | |
In the morning there's an overripe meloncholy dog by the fireplace | |
A cradle the cradle a kiss and a fable | |
The den mothers hover all around you | |
The belle of the ball | |
The wines turned to gall |
zuo qu : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
Come ahither come ahither to me under the canopy | |
Pull the sheets up high another milky sky | |
There are oranges and bananas and coffee with cream | |
Try to be patient now while your bother tells his dream | |
I remember a storm and a picnic by the lake | |
I remember the mess a little anger can make | |
I eat my breakfast like the food at a wake | |
Like a little lamb | |
Put me in the car and take me to my bed | |
There' s a train in my blood and it' s ringing in my head | |
In a bedroom so dark, a friend is anapping | |
In the hallway there' s a bar and a cane is atapping | |
On the floorboards | |
Carriage lamps flicker past the docks | |
And the crooked masts | |
And the palsied and the plagued and the streets of the ash | |
There were children they were singing all the sailors carols | |
Now they' re hardluck faces round the fire | |
So put me in my car and take me to my bed | |
There' s a train in my bloodstream and it' s ringing in my head | |
It' s the sun through the slats that keeps us coming back | |
In the morning there' s an overripe meloncholy dog by the fireplace | |
A cradle the cradle a kiss and a fable | |
The den mothers hover all around you | |
The belle of the ball | |
The wines turned to gall |
zuò qǔ : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
Come ahither come ahither to me under the canopy | |
Pull the sheets up high another milky sky | |
There are oranges and bananas and coffee with cream | |
Try to be patient now while your bother tells his dream | |
I remember a storm and a picnic by the lake | |
I remember the mess a little anger can make | |
I eat my breakfast like the food at a wake | |
Like a little lamb | |
Put me in the car and take me to my bed | |
There' s a train in my blood and it' s ringing in my head | |
In a bedroom so dark, a friend is anapping | |
In the hallway there' s a bar and a cane is atapping | |
On the floorboards | |
Carriage lamps flicker past the docks | |
And the crooked masts | |
And the palsied and the plagued and the streets of the ash | |
There were children they were singing all the sailors carols | |
Now they' re hardluck faces round the fire | |
So put me in my car and take me to my bed | |
There' s a train in my bloodstream and it' s ringing in my head | |
It' s the sun through the slats that keeps us coming back | |
In the morning there' s an overripe meloncholy dog by the fireplace | |
A cradle the cradle a kiss and a fable | |
The den mothers hover all around you | |
The belle of the ball | |
The wines turned to gall |