Black Stick Lyrics
| Song | Black Stick |
| Artist | The Cruel Sea |
| Album | The Honeymoon Is Over |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Perkins, Perkins, Rumour | |
| My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood | |
| Like a big old black steam train | |
| My veins are the tracks | |
| And the city is my brain | |
| My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun | |
| At the end of a summer's day | |
| My breast like a breeze | |
| Blows all those storm clouds | |
| Away | |
| ahhh ... (x4) | |
| My head is the city and it houses all the thoughts | |
| And speech that I have | |
| And the mayor of the city says the city seems ain't half ... bad. | |
| My arms could be weapons or instruments of love | |
| My legs are skyscrapers, they tower | |
| Above you | |
| ahhh... (x4) | |
| My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood | |
| Like a big old black steam train | |
| My veins are the tracks | |
| And the city is my brain | |
| My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun | |
| At the end of a summer's day | |
| My breast like a breeze, blows | |
| all those storm clouds | |
| Away | |
| ahhh ... (x4) | |
| I could be your whole world (x4 ) |
| zuo qu : Perkins, Perkins, Rumour | |
| My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood | |
| Like a big old black steam train | |
| My veins are the tracks | |
| And the city is my brain | |
| My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun | |
| At the end of a summer' s day | |
| My breast like a breeze | |
| Blows all those storm clouds | |
| Away | |
| ahhh ... x4 | |
| My head is the city and it houses all the thoughts | |
| And speech that I have | |
| And the mayor of the city says the city seems ain' t half ... bad. | |
| My arms could be weapons or instruments of love | |
| My legs are skyscrapers, they tower | |
| Above you | |
| ahhh... x4 | |
| My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood | |
| Like a big old black steam train | |
| My veins are the tracks | |
| And the city is my brain | |
| My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun | |
| At the end of a summer' s day | |
| My breast like a breeze, blows | |
| all those storm clouds | |
| Away | |
| ahhh ... x4 | |
| I could be your whole world x4 |
| zuò qǔ : Perkins, Perkins, Rumour | |
| My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood | |
| Like a big old black steam train | |
| My veins are the tracks | |
| And the city is my brain | |
| My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun | |
| At the end of a summer' s day | |
| My breast like a breeze | |
| Blows all those storm clouds | |
| Away | |
| ahhh ... x4 | |
| My head is the city and it houses all the thoughts | |
| And speech that I have | |
| And the mayor of the city says the city seems ain' t half ... bad. | |
| My arms could be weapons or instruments of love | |
| My legs are skyscrapers, they tower | |
| Above you | |
| ahhh... x4 | |
| My heart is a muscle and it pumps blood | |
| Like a big old black steam train | |
| My veins are the tracks | |
| And the city is my brain | |
| My stomach is the ocean and it swallows up the sun | |
| At the end of a summer' s day | |
| My breast like a breeze, blows | |
| all those storm clouds | |
| Away | |
| ahhh ... x4 | |
| I could be your whole world x4 |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)