Song | Last of the Hand-Me-Downs |
Artist | Phosphorescent |
Album | A Hundred Times or More |
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作曲 : Houck | |
in the light that you borrowed | |
for a look down the dark road | |
you were young and you shown it | |
just a taste and you blown it | |
and the current is fixed | |
and will carry you | |
to the point where you left it | |
and right on through | |
i had a chain and a bicycle | |
and i rode all the way into town | |
with only an ancient photograph | |
i kept just to carry around | |
and everybody there was naked | |
and why would you listen to me | |
with the hand you were led in | |
in the dress that you bled in | |
touched my face and called me handsome | |
and then asked me to drink some | |
of that unholy concoction | |
that will burn you through | |
and you know that it's poison | |
but it's honey too | |
i was a basket of bones | |
when i dragged all the way in to town | |
with only my boxful of coins | |
to scatter all over the ground | |
and everybody there was laughing | |
and why would you listen to me | |
i had a handful of stones | |
i hauled all the way into town | |
to carry when i was alone | |
culled from the last of the hand-me-downs | |
but everybody there was lovely | |
but why would you listen to me |
zuo qu : Houck | |
in the light that you borrowed | |
for a look down the dark road | |
you were young and you shown it | |
just a taste and you blown it | |
and the current is fixed | |
and will carry you | |
to the point where you left it | |
and right on through | |
i had a chain and a bicycle | |
and i rode all the way into town | |
with only an ancient photograph | |
i kept just to carry around | |
and everybody there was naked | |
and why would you listen to me | |
with the hand you were led in | |
in the dress that you bled in | |
touched my face and called me handsome | |
and then asked me to drink some | |
of that unholy concoction | |
that will burn you through | |
and you know that it' s poison | |
but it' s honey too | |
i was a basket of bones | |
when i dragged all the way in to town | |
with only my boxful of coins | |
to scatter all over the ground | |
and everybody there was laughing | |
and why would you listen to me | |
i had a handful of stones | |
i hauled all the way into town | |
to carry when i was alone | |
culled from the last of the handmedowns | |
but everybody there was lovely | |
but why would you listen to me |
zuò qǔ : Houck | |
in the light that you borrowed | |
for a look down the dark road | |
you were young and you shown it | |
just a taste and you blown it | |
and the current is fixed | |
and will carry you | |
to the point where you left it | |
and right on through | |
i had a chain and a bicycle | |
and i rode all the way into town | |
with only an ancient photograph | |
i kept just to carry around | |
and everybody there was naked | |
and why would you listen to me | |
with the hand you were led in | |
in the dress that you bled in | |
touched my face and called me handsome | |
and then asked me to drink some | |
of that unholy concoction | |
that will burn you through | |
and you know that it' s poison | |
but it' s honey too | |
i was a basket of bones | |
when i dragged all the way in to town | |
with only my boxful of coins | |
to scatter all over the ground | |
and everybody there was laughing | |
and why would you listen to me | |
i had a handful of stones | |
i hauled all the way into town | |
to carry when i was alone | |
culled from the last of the handmedowns | |
but everybody there was lovely | |
but why would you listen to me |