Song | Blue Valentines |
Artist | Tom Waits |
Album | Used Songs (1973-1980) |
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作词 : Waits | |
She sends me blue valentines | |
all the way from philadelphia | |
to mark the anniversary | |
of someone that I used to be | |
and it feels just like there's | |
a warrant out for my arrest | |
got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror | |
and I'm always on the run | |
thats why I change my name | |
and I didn't think you'd ever find me here | |
to send me blue valentines | |
like half forgotten dreams | |
like a pebble in my shoe | |
as I walk these streets | |
and the ghost of your memory | |
is the thistle in the kiss | |
and the burgler that that can break a roses neck | |
it's the tattooed broken promise | |
that I hide beneath my sleeve | |
and I see you every time I turn my back | |
she sends me blue valentines | |
though I try to remain at large | |
they're insisting that our love | |
must have a culogy | |
why do I save all of this madness | |
in the nightstand drawer | |
there to haunt upon my shoulders | |
baby I know | |
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go | |
with a blind and broken heart | |
that sleeps beneath my lapel | |
she sends me blue valentines | |
to remind me of my cardinal sin | |
I can never wash the guilt | |
or get these bloodstains off my hands | |
and it takes a lot of whiskey | |
to make these nightmares go away | |
and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite | |
and I die a little more on each st. valentine day | |
remember that I promised I would | |
write you... | |
these blue valentines | |
blue valentines | |
blue valentines |
zuo ci : Waits | |
She sends me blue valentines | |
all the way from philadelphia | |
to mark the anniversary | |
of someone that I used to be | |
and it feels just like there' s | |
a warrant out for my arrest | |
got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror | |
and I' m always on the run | |
thats why I change my name | |
and I didn' t think you' d ever find me here | |
to send me blue valentines | |
like half forgotten dreams | |
like a pebble in my shoe | |
as I walk these streets | |
and the ghost of your memory | |
is the thistle in the kiss | |
and the burgler that that can break a roses neck | |
it' s the tattooed broken promise | |
that I hide beneath my sleeve | |
and I see you every time I turn my back | |
she sends me blue valentines | |
though I try to remain at large | |
they' re insisting that our love | |
must have a culogy | |
why do I save all of this madness | |
in the nightstand drawer | |
there to haunt upon my shoulders | |
baby I know | |
I' d be luckier to walk around everywhere I go | |
with a blind and broken heart | |
that sleeps beneath my lapel | |
she sends me blue valentines | |
to remind me of my cardinal sin | |
I can never wash the guilt | |
or get these bloodstains off my hands | |
and it takes a lot of whiskey | |
to make these nightmares go away | |
and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite | |
and I die a little more on each st. valentine day | |
remember that I promised I would | |
write you... | |
these blue valentines | |
blue valentines | |
blue valentines |
zuò cí : Waits | |
She sends me blue valentines | |
all the way from philadelphia | |
to mark the anniversary | |
of someone that I used to be | |
and it feels just like there' s | |
a warrant out for my arrest | |
got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror | |
and I' m always on the run | |
thats why I change my name | |
and I didn' t think you' d ever find me here | |
to send me blue valentines | |
like half forgotten dreams | |
like a pebble in my shoe | |
as I walk these streets | |
and the ghost of your memory | |
is the thistle in the kiss | |
and the burgler that that can break a roses neck | |
it' s the tattooed broken promise | |
that I hide beneath my sleeve | |
and I see you every time I turn my back | |
she sends me blue valentines | |
though I try to remain at large | |
they' re insisting that our love | |
must have a culogy | |
why do I save all of this madness | |
in the nightstand drawer | |
there to haunt upon my shoulders | |
baby I know | |
I' d be luckier to walk around everywhere I go | |
with a blind and broken heart | |
that sleeps beneath my lapel | |
she sends me blue valentines | |
to remind me of my cardinal sin | |
I can never wash the guilt | |
or get these bloodstains off my hands | |
and it takes a lot of whiskey | |
to make these nightmares go away | |
and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite | |
and I die a little more on each st. valentine day | |
remember that I promised I would | |
write you... | |
these blue valentines | |
blue valentines | |
blue valentines |