作曲 : Cursive | |
The furnace burns, the baby turns | |
She cries when she's hungry | |
The morning paper will knock the door | |
To interrupt their slumbers | |
But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? | |
Does he neglect you? | |
Crawling bar stools and touching the girls | |
As you wash their smell from his clothes | |
They shoot the horses when they're too old to race | |
(The bull, the bear, the bull) x2 | |
And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? | |
(The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare) | |
The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face | |
(The bull, the bear, the bull) x2 | |
Shades of red of a furious defeat | |
(The bull, the bear, the bull) x2 | |
Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader's wife? | |
As he thinks to you: | |
"I don't know you anymore, | |
And I can't breathe in this apartment" | |
Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire | |
They've outnumbered you | |
Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love | |
A red so deep we sunk | |
We sunk... |
zuo qu : Cursive | |
The furnace burns, the baby turns | |
She cries when she' s hungry | |
The morning paper will knock the door | |
To interrupt their slumbers | |
But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
Does he neglect you? | |
Crawling bar stools and touching the girls | |
As you wash their smell from his clothes | |
They shoot the horses when they' re too old to race | |
The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? | |
The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare | |
The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face | |
The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
Shades of red of a furious defeat | |
The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
As he thinks to you: | |
" I don' t know you anymore, | |
And I can' t breathe in this apartment" | |
Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire | |
They' ve outnumbered you | |
Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love | |
A red so deep we sunk | |
We sunk... |
zuò qǔ : Cursive | |
The furnace burns, the baby turns | |
She cries when she' s hungry | |
The morning paper will knock the door | |
To interrupt their slumbers | |
But are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
Does he neglect you? | |
Crawling bar stools and touching the girls | |
As you wash their smell from his clothes | |
They shoot the horses when they' re too old to race | |
The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
And so, my dear, is there room in bed for me? | |
The bear, the bull, the bear, the morning paper will declare | |
The setting Sun has etched lines upon this face | |
The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
Shades of red of a furious defeat | |
The bull, the bear, the bull x2 | |
Are you satisfied tonight, oh, trader' s wife? | |
As he thinks to you: | |
" I don' t know you anymore, | |
And I can' t breathe in this apartment" | |
Sleep, my Sweetie, let the days expire | |
They' ve outnumbered you | |
Hold me sweetly, like the days we bled with love | |
A red so deep we sunk | |
We sunk... |