| Song | Whistles In My Ears |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Hangin' Around The Observatory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| Stumblin' down the road i gets to thinkin' as i leave her, | |
| I've left so many times before. | |
| That old north wind's a-blowin' circles round my feet. | |
| What is this sorrow ever for? | |
| She was an angel who flies high in the heavens. | |
| I was a pigeon on the church. | |
| She breathed pure golden as she hid from the procession. | |
| I tumbled from my lowly perch. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I guess whistles in my ears. | |
| 'cause i can't hear you when you're cryin'. | |
| I don't long to be anywhere at all. | |
| I don't care to live a lie. | |
| There is a secret in the middle of the sea, | |
| When you acquire a vicious thirst. | |
| Then love will cool your brow and soothe the apparition | |
| But is it just another curse? | |
| Oh baby jesus, mother mary, god the father. | |
| The big triangle needs repairs. | |
| I know we learn within the vision of our spirit. | |
| Do you prefer us cold and bare? | |
| Chorus twice |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| Stumblin' down the road i gets to thinkin' as i leave her, | |
| I' ve left so many times before. | |
| That old north wind' s ablowin' circles round my feet. | |
| What is this sorrow ever for? | |
| She was an angel who flies high in the heavens. | |
| I was a pigeon on the church. | |
| She breathed pure golden as she hid from the procession. | |
| I tumbled from my lowly perch. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I guess whistles in my ears. | |
| ' cause i can' t hear you when you' re cryin'. | |
| I don' t long to be anywhere at all. | |
| I don' t care to live a lie. | |
| There is a secret in the middle of the sea, | |
| When you acquire a vicious thirst. | |
| Then love will cool your brow and soothe the apparition | |
| But is it just another curse? | |
| Oh baby jesus, mother mary, god the father. | |
| The big triangle needs repairs. | |
| I know we learn within the vision of our spirit. | |
| Do you prefer us cold and bare? | |
| Chorus twice |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| Stumblin' down the road i gets to thinkin' as i leave her, | |
| I' ve left so many times before. | |
| That old north wind' s ablowin' circles round my feet. | |
| What is this sorrow ever for? | |
| She was an angel who flies high in the heavens. | |
| I was a pigeon on the church. | |
| She breathed pure golden as she hid from the procession. | |
| I tumbled from my lowly perch. | |
| Chorus: | |
| I guess whistles in my ears. | |
| ' cause i can' t hear you when you' re cryin'. | |
| I don' t long to be anywhere at all. | |
| I don' t care to live a lie. | |
| There is a secret in the middle of the sea, | |
| When you acquire a vicious thirst. | |
| Then love will cool your brow and soothe the apparition | |
| But is it just another curse? | |
| Oh baby jesus, mother mary, god the father. | |
| The big triangle needs repairs. | |
| I know we learn within the vision of our spirit. | |
| Do you prefer us cold and bare? | |
| Chorus twice |