| Song | White Paint Morning |
| Artist | Buffalo Tom |
| Album | Smitten |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Buffalo Tom | |
| Sixty-eight at twenty-one | |
| The girl has risen with the sun | |
| It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone | |
| It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn | |
| She lays down out on the lawn | |
| And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It's where the land end and the day begins "Is this normal?" she asks allowed | |
| As she sifted through the crowd | |
| Through her tears and her strong morning perfume | |
| It seems that life's just not correct | |
| From the observation deck | |
| And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It's where the land end and the day begins | |
| Statues and flowers | |
| The crestfallen leaves | |
| The minutes and hours | |
| As ours gently leaves | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It's where the land end and the day begins | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don't it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, yeah gone | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah gone | |
| Don't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day |
| zuo ci : Buffalo Tom | |
| Sixtyeight at twentyone | |
| The girl has risen with the sun | |
| It' s a white paint morning now that the fog is gone | |
| It' s a bright, dumbfounded dawn | |
| She lays down out on the lawn | |
| And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It' s where the land end and the day begins " Is this normal?" she asks allowed | |
| As she sifted through the crowd | |
| Through her tears and her strong morning perfume | |
| It seems that life' s just not correct | |
| From the observation deck | |
| And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
| Statues and flowers | |
| The crestfallen leaves | |
| The minutes and hours | |
| As ours gently leaves | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, yeah gone | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah gone | |
| Don' t it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day |
| zuò cí : Buffalo Tom | |
| Sixtyeight at twentyone | |
| The girl has risen with the sun | |
| It' s a white paint morning now that the fog is gone | |
| It' s a bright, dumbfounded dawn | |
| She lays down out on the lawn | |
| And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It' s where the land end and the day begins " Is this normal?" she asks allowed | |
| As she sifted through the crowd | |
| Through her tears and her strong morning perfume | |
| It seems that life' s just not correct | |
| From the observation deck | |
| And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
| Statues and flowers | |
| The crestfallen leaves | |
| The minutes and hours | |
| As ours gently leaves | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, washed by the wind | |
| Crushed by the clouds | |
| It' s where the land end and the day begins | |
| And down, the little town | |
| All squared away | |
| Don' t it make you want to cry all day? | |
| And gone, yeah gone | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah gone | |
| Don' t it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day |