The Taxi Ride Lyrics
| Song | The Taxi Ride |
| Artist | Jane Siberry |
| Album | A Collection 1984-1989 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Siberry | |
| it's clear to me now | |
| I understand a jump of cards in an idle man's hand ohhh...you're sleeping this is the story of your leaving | |
| I can win you with reason | |
| I can make you agree the way that | |
| I love you it only makes sense that you love me but down through the sad facts | |
| I'm sifting you did not think this without help from me | |
| I've called a taxi it's coming at dawn | |
| I said send the best one it's a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking | |
| I thought | |
| I heard someone screaming outside but it was just a bus pulling away love is a strange thing it depends what one gives and sometimes to give means give someone away ohhh ... you're sleeping the same sad pillow said you're leaving | |
| I move with your breathing | |
| I breathe with your beauty your sweet heaviness your deep voice your soft neck | |
| I press my face ...did you call me?... it's only the trees outside flailing it's only the sirens that are wailing hurry up driver you're going too slow can't you go faster it's a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking and then you realize you are alone and your skin against the cold metal of awareness you fall into a deeper dreamless slumber and a stranger enters the room and is struck by the transparency of your cheeks and then your arms and hands and wonders at the waxen figure and walks out again the stranger walks out into the street watching cars pass and people cross and scenery change he sees a palm frond thinks how ugly - is surprised by the violence of the thought looks again at it feels nothing and walks on a deep and dreamless slumber where only the slow pulse in the waxen temples keeps vigil |
| zuo ci : Siberry | |
| it' s clear to me now | |
| I understand a jump of cards in an idle man' s hand ohhh... you' re sleeping this is the story of your leaving | |
| I can win you with reason | |
| I can make you agree the way that | |
| I love you it only makes sense that you love me but down through the sad facts | |
| I' m sifting you did not think this without help from me | |
| I' ve called a taxi it' s coming at dawn | |
| I said send the best one it' s a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking | |
| I thought | |
| I heard someone screaming outside but it was just a bus pulling away love is a strange thing it depends what one gives and sometimes to give means give someone away ohhh ... you' re sleeping the same sad pillow said you' re leaving | |
| I move with your breathing | |
| I breathe with your beauty your sweet heaviness your deep voice your soft neck | |
| I press my face ... did you call me?... it' s only the trees outside flailing it' s only the sirens that are wailing hurry up driver you' re going too slow can' t you go faster it' s a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking and then you realize you are alone and your skin against the cold metal of awareness you fall into a deeper dreamless slumber and a stranger enters the room and is struck by the transparency of your cheeks and then your arms and hands and wonders at the waxen figure and walks out again the stranger walks out into the street watching cars pass and people cross and scenery change he sees a palm frond thinks how ugly is surprised by the violence of the thought looks again at it feels nothing and walks on a deep and dreamless slumber where only the slow pulse in the waxen temples keeps vigil |
| zuò cí : Siberry | |
| it' s clear to me now | |
| I understand a jump of cards in an idle man' s hand ohhh... you' re sleeping this is the story of your leaving | |
| I can win you with reason | |
| I can make you agree the way that | |
| I love you it only makes sense that you love me but down through the sad facts | |
| I' m sifting you did not think this without help from me | |
| I' ve called a taxi it' s coming at dawn | |
| I said send the best one it' s a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking | |
| I thought | |
| I heard someone screaming outside but it was just a bus pulling away love is a strange thing it depends what one gives and sometimes to give means give someone away ohhh ... you' re sleeping the same sad pillow said you' re leaving | |
| I move with your breathing | |
| I breathe with your beauty your sweet heaviness your deep voice your soft neck | |
| I press my face ... did you call me?... it' s only the trees outside flailing it' s only the sirens that are wailing hurry up driver you' re going too slow can' t you go faster it' s a long, long, lonely ride to find the perfect lover for your lover and the morning light is breaking and then you realize you are alone and your skin against the cold metal of awareness you fall into a deeper dreamless slumber and a stranger enters the room and is struck by the transparency of your cheeks and then your arms and hands and wonders at the waxen figure and walks out again the stranger walks out into the street watching cars pass and people cross and scenery change he sees a palm frond thinks how ugly is surprised by the violence of the thought looks again at it feels nothing and walks on a deep and dreamless slumber where only the slow pulse in the waxen temples keeps vigil |
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