Above the Thunder Lyrics
| Song | Above the Thunder |
| Artist | Keller Williams |
| Album | Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Williams | |
| Rusted wingspan | |
| frustrated thrower | |
| basting on the tarmac | |
| could we move any slower | |
| SeaTac to Dulles | |
| Richmond to Reno | |
| smooth ride rental | |
| no time for Keno | |
| *I can see through the clouds | |
| right to the ground | |
| different shapes and textures | |
| deep greens and light browns | |
| cities of mystery | |
| mountains of wonder | |
| staying clear of all the lightning | |
| and above all.......the thunder* | |
| Busted book binding | |
| flopping around | |
| choppy turbulence | |
| flying waitress's are asked to sit down | |
| gradual decent | |
| we should be down soon | |
| take in the view | |
| of being closer to the moon | |
| *chorus* | |
| Well the mile high club still exists | |
| as two people disappear | |
| and the little baby disapproves | |
| and screams out loud | |
| so the whole plane can hear | |
| in incoherrent baby talk | |
| at the top of her baby lungs | |
| and I close my eyes | |
| absorb my chair just like | |
| water to a sponge | |
| My brain is like a drummer | |
| trying to hold a groove | |
| keeping time to time zone | |
| my brain constantly on the move | |
| I think of your face | |
| and long for that sound | |
| not the drummer keeping the pace | |
| but the wheels hitting the ground | |
| *chorus* | |
| I'm flying... |
| zuo qu : Williams | |
| Rusted wingspan | |
| frustrated thrower | |
| basting on the tarmac | |
| could we move any slower | |
| SeaTac to Dulles | |
| Richmond to Reno | |
| smooth ride rental | |
| no time for Keno | |
| I can see through the clouds | |
| right to the ground | |
| different shapes and textures | |
| deep greens and light browns | |
| cities of mystery | |
| mountains of wonder | |
| staying clear of all the lightning | |
| and above all....... the thunder | |
| Busted book binding | |
| flopping around | |
| choppy turbulence | |
| flying waitress' s are asked to sit down | |
| gradual decent | |
| we should be down soon | |
| take in the view | |
| of being closer to the moon | |
| chorus | |
| Well the mile high club still exists | |
| as two people disappear | |
| and the little baby disapproves | |
| and screams out loud | |
| so the whole plane can hear | |
| in incoherrent baby talk | |
| at the top of her baby lungs | |
| and I close my eyes | |
| absorb my chair just like | |
| water to a sponge | |
| My brain is like a drummer | |
| trying to hold a groove | |
| keeping time to time zone | |
| my brain constantly on the move | |
| I think of your face | |
| and long for that sound | |
| not the drummer keeping the pace | |
| but the wheels hitting the ground | |
| chorus | |
| I' m flying... |
| zuò qǔ : Williams | |
| Rusted wingspan | |
| frustrated thrower | |
| basting on the tarmac | |
| could we move any slower | |
| SeaTac to Dulles | |
| Richmond to Reno | |
| smooth ride rental | |
| no time for Keno | |
| I can see through the clouds | |
| right to the ground | |
| different shapes and textures | |
| deep greens and light browns | |
| cities of mystery | |
| mountains of wonder | |
| staying clear of all the lightning | |
| and above all....... the thunder | |
| Busted book binding | |
| flopping around | |
| choppy turbulence | |
| flying waitress' s are asked to sit down | |
| gradual decent | |
| we should be down soon | |
| take in the view | |
| of being closer to the moon | |
| chorus | |
| Well the mile high club still exists | |
| as two people disappear | |
| and the little baby disapproves | |
| and screams out loud | |
| so the whole plane can hear | |
| in incoherrent baby talk | |
| at the top of her baby lungs | |
| and I close my eyes | |
| absorb my chair just like | |
| water to a sponge | |
| My brain is like a drummer | |
| trying to hold a groove | |
| keeping time to time zone | |
| my brain constantly on the move | |
| I think of your face | |
| and long for that sound | |
| not the drummer keeping the pace | |
| but the wheels hitting the ground | |
| chorus | |
| I' m flying... |
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