My Life Is At Home Lyrics
| Song | My Life Is At Home |
| Artist | The Promise Ring |
| Album | Woodwater |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Promise Ring | |
| At the top of the world | |
| There is a half-year sun | |
| The water's all froze | |
| And one thousand men old | |
| On the side of the hill | |
| There are no wanting eyes | |
| But you're a spectacle a spinning doll | |
| Now the hour is fading but ours is staying | |
| Its all syncopated to your heart's hard heartbeat time | |
| You may never miss a sign | |
| At the base of your skull | |
| I've got a place there still | |
| All my clothes spread out a | |
| I was just thinking most of last | |
| Wednesday | |
| I hope we're together from here until | |
| Doomsday We could be each other's arms | |
| Keep each other free from harm | |
| Because when it's all stripped to the bone | |
| My life is at home | |
| Spring cleaning's coming as we lose the cold weather | |
| Put away your long johns and all your thick sweaters | |
| We'll cut off all our winter hair | |
| Sit out on the lawn chairs | |
| As the sun forgets that we're here | |
| We forget our career | |
| All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees | |
| We're hoping it's humid show our summer knees | |
| Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me | |
| Thursday I'm leaving skip town | |
| I'm running | |
| It's cars and new faces and jokes that aren't funny | |
| But we laugh at them anyway | |
| I'd do anything just to kill the day | |
| No matter how far that | |
| I go I'm not so far away | |
| All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees | |
| We're hoping it's humid show our summer knees | |
| Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me | |
| All the humid nights parked under streetlights | |
| My baby's riding shotgun in her knee high tights | |
| She looks like heaven | |
| I feel like the devil | |
| In my Sunday whites | |
| As I slowly better my craft | |
| I'm still a ghost of my better half | |
| Cos once in awhile the sun shines on me | |
| In a permanent row | |
| Now the hour is fading but ours is staying | |
| It's all syncopated to your hearts hard heartbeat time | |
| We will never not get together | |
| We will never not get too old | |
| The water's all frozen one | |
| And I've got a place there still | |
| And we will not get too old |
| zuo ci : Promise Ring | |
| At the top of the world | |
| There is a halfyear sun | |
| The water' s all froze | |
| And one thousand men old | |
| On the side of the hill | |
| There are no wanting eyes | |
| But you' re a spectacle a spinning doll | |
| Now the hour is fading but ours is staying | |
| Its all syncopated to your heart' s hard heartbeat time | |
| You may never miss a sign | |
| At the base of your skull | |
| I' ve got a place there still | |
| All my clothes spread out a | |
| I was just thinking most of last | |
| Wednesday | |
| I hope we' re together from here until | |
| Doomsday We could be each other' s arms | |
| Keep each other free from harm | |
| Because when it' s all stripped to the bone | |
| My life is at home | |
| Spring cleaning' s coming as we lose the cold weather | |
| Put away your long johns and all your thick sweaters | |
| We' ll cut off all our winter hair | |
| Sit out on the lawn chairs | |
| As the sun forgets that we' re here | |
| We forget our career | |
| All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees | |
| We' re hoping it' s humid show our summer knees | |
| Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me | |
| Thursday I' m leaving skip town | |
| I' m running | |
| It' s cars and new faces and jokes that aren' t funny | |
| But we laugh at them anyway | |
| I' d do anything just to kill the day | |
| No matter how far that | |
| I go I' m not so far away | |
| All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees | |
| We' re hoping it' s humid show our summer knees | |
| Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me | |
| All the humid nights parked under streetlights | |
| My baby' s riding shotgun in her knee high tights | |
| She looks like heaven | |
| I feel like the devil | |
| In my Sunday whites | |
| As I slowly better my craft | |
| I' m still a ghost of my better half | |
| Cos once in awhile the sun shines on me | |
| In a permanent row | |
| Now the hour is fading but ours is staying | |
| It' s all syncopated to your hearts hard heartbeat time | |
| We will never not get together | |
| We will never not get too old | |
| The water' s all frozen one | |
| And I' ve got a place there still | |
| And we will not get too old |
| zuò cí : Promise Ring | |
| At the top of the world | |
| There is a halfyear sun | |
| The water' s all froze | |
| And one thousand men old | |
| On the side of the hill | |
| There are no wanting eyes | |
| But you' re a spectacle a spinning doll | |
| Now the hour is fading but ours is staying | |
| Its all syncopated to your heart' s hard heartbeat time | |
| You may never miss a sign | |
| At the base of your skull | |
| I' ve got a place there still | |
| All my clothes spread out a | |
| I was just thinking most of last | |
| Wednesday | |
| I hope we' re together from here until | |
| Doomsday We could be each other' s arms | |
| Keep each other free from harm | |
| Because when it' s all stripped to the bone | |
| My life is at home | |
| Spring cleaning' s coming as we lose the cold weather | |
| Put away your long johns and all your thick sweaters | |
| We' ll cut off all our winter hair | |
| Sit out on the lawn chairs | |
| As the sun forgets that we' re here | |
| We forget our career | |
| All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees | |
| We' re hoping it' s humid show our summer knees | |
| Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me | |
| Thursday I' m leaving skip town | |
| I' m running | |
| It' s cars and new faces and jokes that aren' t funny | |
| But we laugh at them anyway | |
| I' d do anything just to kill the day | |
| No matter how far that | |
| I go I' m not so far away | |
| All the lukewarm weeks at sixty degrees | |
| We' re hoping it' s humid show our summer knees | |
| Once in a lifetime once in a while the sun will shine on me | |
| All the humid nights parked under streetlights | |
| My baby' s riding shotgun in her knee high tights | |
| She looks like heaven | |
| I feel like the devil | |
| In my Sunday whites | |
| As I slowly better my craft | |
| I' m still a ghost of my better half | |
| Cos once in awhile the sun shines on me | |
| In a permanent row | |
| Now the hour is fading but ours is staying | |
| It' s all syncopated to your hearts hard heartbeat time | |
| We will never not get together | |
| We will never not get too old | |
| The water' s all frozen one | |
| And I' ve got a place there still | |
| And we will not get too old |
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