Song | Saint Lucy |
Artist | Catie Curtis |
Album | Hello Stranger |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Curtis | |
I woke up dreaming in romance languages | |
Tangled stories by ghost writers | |
But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages | |
All around me your flowers | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can't find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me | |
I walk in to the hall, Ms Love's doing magic tricks | |
I take a seat in the back by the door | |
And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row | |
Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can't find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me | |
My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard | |
While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs | |
And I can't help but wonder if this is all I am good for | |
If it's all that I am if it's my only prayer then | |
How far tell me, will faith get me | |
When the well is almost dry | |
How far tell me, will faith get me | |
When the well is, well well well | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can't find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me |
zuo qu : Curtis | |
I woke up dreaming in romance languages | |
Tangled stories by ghost writers | |
But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages | |
All around me your flowers | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me | |
I walk in to the hall, Ms Love' s doing magic tricks | |
I take a seat in the back by the door | |
And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row | |
Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me | |
My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard | |
While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs | |
And I can' t help but wonder if this is all I am good for | |
If it' s all that I am if it' s my only prayer then | |
How far tell me, will faith get me | |
When the well is almost dry | |
How far tell me, will faith get me | |
When the well is, well well well | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me |
zuò qǔ : Curtis | |
I woke up dreaming in romance languages | |
Tangled stories by ghost writers | |
But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages | |
All around me your flowers | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me | |
I walk in to the hall, Ms Love' s doing magic tricks | |
I take a seat in the back by the door | |
And the next thing I know I am right there in the front row | |
Trying to crawl inside her smoke and mirrors | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me | |
My neighbor is digging a well in the backyard | |
While I stumble around looking for a light upstairs | |
And I can' t help but wonder if this is all I am good for | |
If it' s all that I am if it' s my only prayer then | |
How far tell me, will faith get me | |
When the well is almost dry | |
How far tell me, will faith get me | |
When the well is, well well well | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
I can' t find the place where I need to be | |
Oh, Saint Lucy | |
Lend your eyes, to me |