| Song | Cotton Crush |
| Artist | Kevin Devine |
| Album | Split The Country, Split The Street |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Devine | |
| The bricks get laid, | |
| and they get torn up, | |
| and laid again, | |
| but the bricks always get torn up again. | |
| Your friends won't wait, | |
| so don't believe that shit, | |
| when they say they'll wait. | |
| Trust me; your friends will not wait for you. | |
| Then you'll be stoned in some park, | |
| just nodding your head and pinching your arms, | |
| when a girl walks along. | |
| She's humming your song, | |
| with your t-shirt on. | |
| That's when you're done, | |
| Oh, that's when you're done... | |
| There's a cotton crush | |
| down in the southern states. | |
| But back up here, man, we've got | |
| so much thread and space | |
| to waste, waste, waste. | |
| There's a microphone | |
| picking every word up | |
| and it shuts itself off | |
| when it's sure that's its heard enough..... | |
| The quiet can scrape | |
| all the calm from your bones, | |
| but maybe it should. | |
| Maybe we need to be hollowed | |
| to get up and grow, | |
| and stop ****ing around, | |
| to kick off our braces and start straightening out. | |
| Let's sift through the static | |
| to find a simpler sound | |
| Let's sift through the static | |
| to find a simpler sound... | |
| simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now |
| zuo qu : Devine | |
| The bricks get laid, | |
| and they get torn up, | |
| and laid again, | |
| but the bricks always get torn up again. | |
| Your friends won' t wait, | |
| so don' t believe that shit, | |
| when they say they' ll wait. | |
| Trust me your friends will not wait for you. | |
| Then you' ll be stoned in some park, | |
| just nodding your head and pinching your arms, | |
| when a girl walks along. | |
| She' s humming your song, | |
| with your tshirt on. | |
| That' s when you' re done, | |
| Oh, that' s when you' re done... | |
| There' s a cotton crush | |
| down in the southern states. | |
| But back up here, man, we' ve got | |
| so much thread and space | |
| to waste, waste, waste. | |
| There' s a microphone | |
| picking every word up | |
| and it shuts itself off | |
| when it' s sure that' s its heard enough..... | |
| The quiet can scrape | |
| all the calm from your bones, | |
| but maybe it should. | |
| Maybe we need to be hollowed | |
| to get up and grow, | |
| and stop ing around, | |
| to kick off our braces and start straightening out. | |
| Let' s sift through the static | |
| to find a simpler sound | |
| Let' s sift through the static | |
| to find a simpler sound... | |
| simpler sound than the shit that' s clouding our heads now |
| zuò qǔ : Devine | |
| The bricks get laid, | |
| and they get torn up, | |
| and laid again, | |
| but the bricks always get torn up again. | |
| Your friends won' t wait, | |
| so don' t believe that shit, | |
| when they say they' ll wait. | |
| Trust me your friends will not wait for you. | |
| Then you' ll be stoned in some park, | |
| just nodding your head and pinching your arms, | |
| when a girl walks along. | |
| She' s humming your song, | |
| with your tshirt on. | |
| That' s when you' re done, | |
| Oh, that' s when you' re done... | |
| There' s a cotton crush | |
| down in the southern states. | |
| But back up here, man, we' ve got | |
| so much thread and space | |
| to waste, waste, waste. | |
| There' s a microphone | |
| picking every word up | |
| and it shuts itself off | |
| when it' s sure that' s its heard enough..... | |
| The quiet can scrape | |
| all the calm from your bones, | |
| but maybe it should. | |
| Maybe we need to be hollowed | |
| to get up and grow, | |
| and stop ing around, | |
| to kick off our braces and start straightening out. | |
| Let' s sift through the static | |
| to find a simpler sound | |
| Let' s sift through the static | |
| to find a simpler sound... | |
| simpler sound than the shit that' s clouding our heads now |