Song | Someone Like Jesus |
Artist | New Model Army |
Album | Eight |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sullivan | |
I met someone like Jesus in the spring of '98 | |
He was so full of love and I was so full of hate | |
So I nailed him on a cross where he belonged | |
told myself it's what he would have wanted all along | |
and I drove into the night looking for something to burn | |
One of those little parables that I never cared to learn | |
And I don't know what this feeling is but it's dripping through me | |
There's something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see | |
And I'm not sleeping well, all my dreams are so real | |
I dreamed I set fire to my house, watched the great beams come crashing down | |
later on I was standing in the ashes of the stairs | |
They asked me what happened, "it was an accident" I said | |
I don't know what all this means and I don't care - it's nothing to me | |
But there was something in the corner of that dream that I could not quite see | |
And I don't know what this feeling is but it's dripping through me | |
There's something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see | |
And there's a happy family snapshot, when you were very small | |
But there were visits to the doctor, you can't remember what for | |
Curtains drawn in silence on a summer afternoon | |
And the flies - buzzing in the room | |
And you don't know what this feeling is and you can't explain it to me | |
But there was something in the corner of that family photo that you cannot quite see | |
And I don't know what all this means but it's dripping through me | |
There's something in the corner of our lives that we cannot quite see |
zuo ci : Sullivan | |
I met someone like Jesus in the spring of ' 98 | |
He was so full of love and I was so full of hate | |
So I nailed him on a cross where he belonged | |
told myself it' s what he would have wanted all along | |
and I drove into the night looking for something to burn | |
One of those little parables that I never cared to learn | |
And I don' t know what this feeling is but it' s dripping through me | |
There' s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see | |
And I' m not sleeping well, all my dreams are so real | |
I dreamed I set fire to my house, watched the great beams come crashing down | |
later on I was standing in the ashes of the stairs | |
They asked me what happened, " it was an accident" I said | |
I don' t know what all this means and I don' t care it' s nothing to me | |
But there was something in the corner of that dream that I could not quite see | |
And I don' t know what this feeling is but it' s dripping through me | |
There' s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see | |
And there' s a happy family snapshot, when you were very small | |
But there were visits to the doctor, you can' t remember what for | |
Curtains drawn in silence on a summer afternoon | |
And the flies buzzing in the room | |
And you don' t know what this feeling is and you can' t explain it to me | |
But there was something in the corner of that family photo that you cannot quite see | |
And I don' t know what all this means but it' s dripping through me | |
There' s something in the corner of our lives that we cannot quite see |
zuò cí : Sullivan | |
I met someone like Jesus in the spring of ' 98 | |
He was so full of love and I was so full of hate | |
So I nailed him on a cross where he belonged | |
told myself it' s what he would have wanted all along | |
and I drove into the night looking for something to burn | |
One of those little parables that I never cared to learn | |
And I don' t know what this feeling is but it' s dripping through me | |
There' s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see | |
And I' m not sleeping well, all my dreams are so real | |
I dreamed I set fire to my house, watched the great beams come crashing down | |
later on I was standing in the ashes of the stairs | |
They asked me what happened, " it was an accident" I said | |
I don' t know what all this means and I don' t care it' s nothing to me | |
But there was something in the corner of that dream that I could not quite see | |
And I don' t know what this feeling is but it' s dripping through me | |
There' s something in the corner of my life that I cannot quite see | |
And there' s a happy family snapshot, when you were very small | |
But there were visits to the doctor, you can' t remember what for | |
Curtains drawn in silence on a summer afternoon | |
And the flies buzzing in the room | |
And you don' t know what this feeling is and you can' t explain it to me | |
But there was something in the corner of that family photo that you cannot quite see | |
And I don' t know what all this means but it' s dripping through me | |
There' s something in the corner of our lives that we cannot quite see |