Spiders (Kidsmoke) Lyrics

	作词 : Tweedy
	Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
	Spiders are filling out tax returns
	Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
	On a private beach in Michigan
	Why can't they wish their kisses good
	Why do they miss when their kisses should
	Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
	On a private beach in Michigan
	This recent rash of kidsmoke
	All these telescopic poems
	It's good to be alone
	Why can't they say what they want
	Why can't they just say what they mean
	Come clean, listen and talk
	Hello private callers, IDs blocked
	The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
	The future has a valley and a shortcut around
	Who will wear the crown of drowning award
	Hold a private light on a Michigan shore
	You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
	From a microscopic home
	It's good to be alone
	I'll be in my bed
	You can be the stone
	That raises from the dead
	And carries us all home
	There's no blood on my hands
	I just do as I am told

	zuo ci : Tweedy
	Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
	Spiders are filling out tax returns
	Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
	On a private beach in Michigan
	Why can' t they wish their kisses good
	Why do they miss when their kisses should
	Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
	On a private beach in Michigan
	This recent rash of kidsmoke
	All these telescopic poems
	It' s good to be alone
	Why can' t they say what they want
	Why can' t they just say what they mean
	Come clean, listen and talk
	Hello private callers, IDs blocked
	The sun will rise, we' ll climb into cars
	The future has a valley and a shortcut around
	Who will wear the crown of drowning award
	Hold a private light on a Michigan shore
	You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
	From a microscopic home
	It' s good to be alone
	I' ll be in my bed
	You can be the stone
	That raises from the dead
	And carries us all home
	There' s no blood on my hands
	I just do as I am told

	zuò cí : Tweedy
	Spiders are singing in the salty breeze
	Spiders are filling out tax returns
	Spinning out webs of deductions and melodies
	On a private beach in Michigan
	Why can' t they wish their kisses good
	Why do they miss when their kisses should
	Fly like winging birds fighting for the keys
	On a private beach in Michigan
	This recent rash of kidsmoke
	All these telescopic poems
	It' s good to be alone
	Why can' t they say what they want
	Why can' t they just say what they mean
	Come clean, listen and talk
	Hello private callers, IDs blocked
	The sun will rise, we' ll climb into cars
	The future has a valley and a shortcut around
	Who will wear the crown of drowning award
	Hold a private light on a Michigan shore
	You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
	From a microscopic home
	It' s good to be alone
	I' ll be in my bed
	You can be the stone
	That raises from the dead
	And carries us all home
	There' s no blood on my hands
	I just do as I am told

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