Song | Only Whispering |
Artist | Josh Woodward |
Album | Only Whispering |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Woodward | |
The secret codes, the marigolds | |
The twisted subway lines | |
The cheap motels, the dinner bells | |
The buzzing neon signs | |
The candy stores and filthy whores | |
The rotting picket fence | |
Somehow all this folderol | |
Is starting to make sense | |
The splintered rope, the microscope | |
I thought I had it all figured out | |
The magazine, the TV screen | |
The faces burned with doubt | |
It swirled and twirled, this tiny world | |
Until it somehow all made sense | |
This apple tree epiphany | |
This fleeting glimpse of common sense | |
And now I�m screaming on the crowded streets | |
I�m telling everyone I meet | |
But no matter what try to I say, I�m only whispering | |
The fire codes, the one-way roads | |
The government conspiracy | |
The thin fa�ade, the red man�s god | |
It all just seems to clear to me | |
The foreign places with the hungry faces | |
The broke-down Chevrolet | |
The race to see the ending | |
Past the stops on the way | |
And now I�m screaming on the crowded streets | |
I�m telling everyone I meet | |
But no matter what I try to say, I�m only whispering | |
But no matter what I try to say, no one is listening | |
All I got�s this same old plot | |
And a rusty set of strings | |
I�ll rehearse this same old verse | |
Until there�s nothing left to sing | |
But no matter what I try to say, I�m only whispering | |
But no matter what I try to say, nobody's listening | |
But no matter what I try to say, I�m only whispering |
zuo qu : Woodward | |
The secret codes, the marigolds | |
The twisted subway lines | |
The cheap motels, the dinner bells | |
The buzzing neon signs | |
The candy stores and filthy whores | |
The rotting picket fence | |
Somehow all this folderol | |
Is starting to make sense | |
The splintered rope, the microscope | |
I thought I had it all figured out | |
The magazine, the TV screen | |
The faces burned with doubt | |
It swirled and twirled, this tiny world | |
Until it somehow all made sense | |
This apple tree epiphany | |
This fleeting glimpse of common sense | |
And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
I m telling everyone I meet | |
But no matter what try to I say, I m only whispering | |
The fire codes, the oneway roads | |
The government conspiracy | |
The thin fa ade, the red man s god | |
It all just seems to clear to me | |
The foreign places with the hungry faces | |
The brokedown Chevrolet | |
The race to see the ending | |
Past the stops on the way | |
And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
I m telling everyone I meet | |
But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
But no matter what I try to say, no one is listening | |
All I got s this same old plot | |
And a rusty set of strings | |
I ll rehearse this same old verse | |
Until there s nothing left to sing | |
But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
But no matter what I try to say, nobody' s listening | |
But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering |
zuò qǔ : Woodward | |
The secret codes, the marigolds | |
The twisted subway lines | |
The cheap motels, the dinner bells | |
The buzzing neon signs | |
The candy stores and filthy whores | |
The rotting picket fence | |
Somehow all this folderol | |
Is starting to make sense | |
The splintered rope, the microscope | |
I thought I had it all figured out | |
The magazine, the TV screen | |
The faces burned with doubt | |
It swirled and twirled, this tiny world | |
Until it somehow all made sense | |
This apple tree epiphany | |
This fleeting glimpse of common sense | |
And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
I m telling everyone I meet | |
But no matter what try to I say, I m only whispering | |
The fire codes, the oneway roads | |
The government conspiracy | |
The thin fa ade, the red man s god | |
It all just seems to clear to me | |
The foreign places with the hungry faces | |
The brokedown Chevrolet | |
The race to see the ending | |
Past the stops on the way | |
And now I m screaming on the crowded streets | |
I m telling everyone I meet | |
But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
But no matter what I try to say, no one is listening | |
All I got s this same old plot | |
And a rusty set of strings | |
I ll rehearse this same old verse | |
Until there s nothing left to sing | |
But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering | |
But no matter what I try to say, nobody' s listening | |
But no matter what I try to say, I m only whispering |