| Song | Knowing Too Little |
| Artist | Laika |
| Album | Good Looking Blues |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fiedlea, Fixsen | |
| A misunderstanding born outta contempt | |
| That was the rock I was battered against | |
| Oh sorrow dogged by sorrow was in my heart | |
| Don't even know just where to start | |
| I was knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| Should've seen the penny dropping just a touch | |
| I walked away as mad as could be | |
| No matter how I try i'ts the same damn thing | |
| I'm knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Stone dead from standin' still | |
| Can't turn from the shadow that wishes me ill | |
| A bone in the fly a fly in the bone | |
| Kept hanging around the door to my home | |
| Oh tell it to the river and tell it to the sea | |
| this man's gonna be the death of me | |
| My tiny fist just isn't a threat | |
| Not even enough to make him sweat | |
| I'm knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| The wrinkle in the sheet next to him | |
| Didn't see the trouble that she was in | |
| When the ill wind started to blow | |
| It was far too late for me to go | |
| Sun's gonna shine bright at midnight | |
| Before I find out if my hunches were right | |
| He knew damn well what lies were for | |
| Hulf an' puff an' show her the door | |
| Life robs you of your bones an' slips by in dreams | |
| And absolutely nothing is as it seems | |
| that halfway point between life and death | |
| Slipped by and now I've less time left | |
| I've worn this face far too long | |
| I just got used to always bein' wrong | |
| i know one thing one thing I know | |
| That sweet sweet man's just gotta go | |
| I'm knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| I'm knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch |
| zuo ci : Fiedlea, Fixsen | |
| A misunderstanding born outta contempt | |
| That was the rock I was battered against | |
| Oh sorrow dogged by sorrow was in my heart | |
| Don' t even know just where to start | |
| I was knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| Should' ve seen the penny dropping just a touch | |
| I walked away as mad as could be | |
| No matter how I try i' ts the same damn thing | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Stone dead from standin' still | |
| Can' t turn from the shadow that wishes me ill | |
| A bone in the fly a fly in the bone | |
| Kept hanging around the door to my home | |
| Oh tell it to the river and tell it to the sea | |
| this man' s gonna be the death of me | |
| My tiny fist just isn' t a threat | |
| Not even enough to make him sweat | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| The wrinkle in the sheet next to him | |
| Didn' t see the trouble that she was in | |
| When the ill wind started to blow | |
| It was far too late for me to go | |
| Sun' s gonna shine bright at midnight | |
| Before I find out if my hunches were right | |
| He knew damn well what lies were for | |
| Hulf an' puff an' show her the door | |
| Life robs you of your bones an' slips by in dreams | |
| And absolutely nothing is as it seems | |
| that halfway point between life and death | |
| Slipped by and now I' ve less time left | |
| I' ve worn this face far too long | |
| I just got used to always bein' wrong | |
| i know one thing one thing I know | |
| That sweet sweet man' s just gotta go | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch |
| zuò cí : Fiedlea, Fixsen | |
| A misunderstanding born outta contempt | |
| That was the rock I was battered against | |
| Oh sorrow dogged by sorrow was in my heart | |
| Don' t even know just where to start | |
| I was knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| Should' ve seen the penny dropping just a touch | |
| I walked away as mad as could be | |
| No matter how I try i' ts the same damn thing | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Stone dead from standin' still | |
| Can' t turn from the shadow that wishes me ill | |
| A bone in the fly a fly in the bone | |
| Kept hanging around the door to my home | |
| Oh tell it to the river and tell it to the sea | |
| this man' s gonna be the death of me | |
| My tiny fist just isn' t a threat | |
| Not even enough to make him sweat | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| The wrinkle in the sheet next to him | |
| Didn' t see the trouble that she was in | |
| When the ill wind started to blow | |
| It was far too late for me to go | |
| Sun' s gonna shine bright at midnight | |
| Before I find out if my hunches were right | |
| He knew damn well what lies were for | |
| Hulf an' puff an' show her the door | |
| Life robs you of your bones an' slips by in dreams | |
| And absolutely nothing is as it seems | |
| that halfway point between life and death | |
| Slipped by and now I' ve less time left | |
| I' ve worn this face far too long | |
| I just got used to always bein' wrong | |
| i know one thing one thing I know | |
| That sweet sweet man' s just gotta go | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| I' m knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch | |
| Knowin' too little an' feelin' too much | |
| More than a little bit outta touch |