Song | Wings on My Heels |
Artist | Eddi Reader |
Album | Angels & Electricity |
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作词 : Hewerdine | |
I never was too good at dancing | |
Somewhere I'd step out of line | |
But I knew that I had wings on my heels | |
When they played in three-quarter time | |
The pride of the north end would swagger | |
The blades from the south side would shine | |
But I swear those boys would hold on for dear life | |
When they played in three-quarter time | |
One by one | |
They pulled down those mirrored halls | |
One by one | |
The winters came forgetting names | |
I never learned how to sweet talk | |
Those are the words I can't find | |
Yet I had a tongue of pure silver | |
When they played in three-quarter time | |
One by one | |
They pulled down those mirrored halls | |
One by one | |
The winters came forgetting names | |
Money might slip through my fingers | |
And there won't be much to call mine | |
But I'll know that I had wings on my heels | |
When they played in three-quarter time |
zuo ci : Hewerdine | |
I never was too good at dancing | |
Somewhere I' d step out of line | |
But I knew that I had wings on my heels | |
When they played in threequarter time | |
The pride of the north end would swagger | |
The blades from the south side would shine | |
But I swear those boys would hold on for dear life | |
When they played in threequarter time | |
One by one | |
They pulled down those mirrored halls | |
One by one | |
The winters came forgetting names | |
I never learned how to sweet talk | |
Those are the words I can' t find | |
Yet I had a tongue of pure silver | |
When they played in threequarter time | |
One by one | |
They pulled down those mirrored halls | |
One by one | |
The winters came forgetting names | |
Money might slip through my fingers | |
And there won' t be much to call mine | |
But I' ll know that I had wings on my heels | |
When they played in threequarter time |
zuò cí : Hewerdine | |
I never was too good at dancing | |
Somewhere I' d step out of line | |
But I knew that I had wings on my heels | |
When they played in threequarter time | |
The pride of the north end would swagger | |
The blades from the south side would shine | |
But I swear those boys would hold on for dear life | |
When they played in threequarter time | |
One by one | |
They pulled down those mirrored halls | |
One by one | |
The winters came forgetting names | |
I never learned how to sweet talk | |
Those are the words I can' t find | |
Yet I had a tongue of pure silver | |
When they played in threequarter time | |
One by one | |
They pulled down those mirrored halls | |
One by one | |
The winters came forgetting names | |
Money might slip through my fingers | |
And there won' t be much to call mine | |
But I' ll know that I had wings on my heels | |
When they played in threequarter time |