Bathtime Lyrics
| Song | Bathtime |
| Artist | Tindersticks |
| Album | Live in London 2010 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : David Boulter & Mark Colwill & Neil Fraser & Dickon Hinchliffe & Alistair McAuley &a | |
| 作词 : Tindersticks | |
| There's a city filth that lingers | |
| All over my naked hands | |
| Deep into the weave of the clothes i wear | |
| And every step brings another | |
| Every hour adds some more | |
| Till i'm on the other side leaning on your door | |
| Are the taps running, darling? | |
| Is the air thick with steam? | |
| Can i find some place to cry these tears of shame? | |
| Every step brings another | |
| Every hour adds some more | |
| Till i'm on the other side leaning on your door | |
| There's a smell so sweet it's sickly | |
| It follows me into the room | |
| Hangs in the air like rotting perfume | |
| I never bathe in it, darling | |
| Got down on my hands and knees | |
| Got in so far, i became, well, a part of it all | |
| I've been wading through it | |
| Don't you know it's up to my neck? | |
| And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head | |
| And it's the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . . | |
| Thought i knew these streets, and how they turn | |
| Could always find my way home | |
| There's something there, can't leave it alone | |
| The trains they run all night | |
| We could leave everything behind | |
| Just bring that dress you bought when we first met | |
| I know it's faded, darling | |
| I know it's tattered and worn | |
| In that dress, i could never love you more | |
| I've been wading through it | |
| Don't you know it's up to my neck? | |
| And it won't be long 'fore it's over my head | |
| And i can suck it into my love, breathe it in |
| zuo qu : David Boulter Mark Colwill Neil Fraser Dickon Hinchliffe Alistair McAuley a | |
| zuo ci : Tindersticks | |
| There' s a city filth that lingers | |
| All over my naked hands | |
| Deep into the weave of the clothes i wear | |
| And every step brings another | |
| Every hour adds some more | |
| Till i' m on the other side leaning on your door | |
| Are the taps running, darling? | |
| Is the air thick with steam? | |
| Can i find some place to cry these tears of shame? | |
| Every step brings another | |
| Every hour adds some more | |
| Till i' m on the other side leaning on your door | |
| There' s a smell so sweet it' s sickly | |
| It follows me into the room | |
| Hangs in the air like rotting perfume | |
| I never bathe in it, darling | |
| Got down on my hands and knees | |
| Got in so far, i became, well, a part of it all | |
| I' ve been wading through it | |
| Don' t you know it' s up to my neck? | |
| And it won' t be long ' fore it' s over my head | |
| And it' s the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . . | |
| Thought i knew these streets, and how they turn | |
| Could always find my way home | |
| There' s something there, can' t leave it alone | |
| The trains they run all night | |
| We could leave everything behind | |
| Just bring that dress you bought when we first met | |
| I know it' s faded, darling | |
| I know it' s tattered and worn | |
| In that dress, i could never love you more | |
| I' ve been wading through it | |
| Don' t you know it' s up to my neck? | |
| And it won' t be long ' fore it' s over my head | |
| And i can suck it into my love, breathe it in |
| zuò qǔ : David Boulter Mark Colwill Neil Fraser Dickon Hinchliffe Alistair McAuley a | |
| zuò cí : Tindersticks | |
| There' s a city filth that lingers | |
| All over my naked hands | |
| Deep into the weave of the clothes i wear | |
| And every step brings another | |
| Every hour adds some more | |
| Till i' m on the other side leaning on your door | |
| Are the taps running, darling? | |
| Is the air thick with steam? | |
| Can i find some place to cry these tears of shame? | |
| Every step brings another | |
| Every hour adds some more | |
| Till i' m on the other side leaning on your door | |
| There' s a smell so sweet it' s sickly | |
| It follows me into the room | |
| Hangs in the air like rotting perfume | |
| I never bathe in it, darling | |
| Got down on my hands and knees | |
| Got in so far, i became, well, a part of it all | |
| I' ve been wading through it | |
| Don' t you know it' s up to my neck? | |
| And it won' t be long ' fore it' s over my head | |
| And it' s the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . . | |
| Thought i knew these streets, and how they turn | |
| Could always find my way home | |
| There' s something there, can' t leave it alone | |
| The trains they run all night | |
| We could leave everything behind | |
| Just bring that dress you bought when we first met | |
| I know it' s faded, darling | |
| I know it' s tattered and worn | |
| In that dress, i could never love you more | |
| I' ve been wading through it | |
| Don' t you know it' s up to my neck? | |
| And it won' t be long ' fore it' s over my head | |
| And i can suck it into my love, breathe it in |
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