Song | Costa |
Artist | Robert Wyatt |
Album | Dondestan |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Benge, Wyatt | |
Orange, | |
the fierce orange of the egg-shaped fireball | |
plopping into the ocean | |
as the earth tips backwards towards night. | |
Orange, | |
the scratched orange of the gas bottles | |
delivered for lack of pipeline, | |
dragged to the door by the man in a wig. | |
Orange, | |
the soft orange of two full moons – | |
one high, one low in a puddle mirror | |
floating in a pothole of the unmade road. |
zuo ci : Benge, Wyatt | |
Orange, | |
the fierce orange of the eggshaped fireball | |
plopping into the ocean | |
as the earth tips backwards towards night. | |
Orange, | |
the scratched orange of the gas bottles | |
delivered for lack of pipeline, | |
dragged to the door by the man in a wig. | |
Orange, | |
the soft orange of two full moons | |
one high, one low in a puddle mirror | |
floating in a pothole of the unmade road. |
zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt | |
Orange, | |
the fierce orange of the eggshaped fireball | |
plopping into the ocean | |
as the earth tips backwards towards night. | |
Orange, | |
the scratched orange of the gas bottles | |
delivered for lack of pipeline, | |
dragged to the door by the man in a wig. | |
Orange, | |
the soft orange of two full moons | |
one high, one low in a puddle mirror | |
floating in a pothole of the unmade road. |