You Are My Face Lyrics
| Song | You Are My Face |
| Artist | Wilco |
| Album | 2012-07-23 - Prospect Park - Brooklyn, NY (Roadcase 003) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词：Wilco | |
| 作曲：Wilco | |
| I remember my mother's | |
| Sister's husband's brother | |
| Working in the goldmine full-time | |
| Filling in for sunshine | |
| Filing into tight lines | |
| Of ordinary beehives | |
| The door screams I hate you | |
| Hate you hanging around my blue jeans | |
| Why is there no breeze | |
| No currency of leaves | |
| No current through the water wire | |
| No feelings I can see | |
| I trust no emotion | |
| I believe in locomotion | |
| But I've turned to rust as we've discussed | |
| Though I must have let you down | |
| Too many times | |
| In the dirt and the dust | |
| I have no idea how this happens | |
| All of my maps have been overthrown | |
| Happenstance has changed my plans | |
| So many times my heart has been outgrown | |
| Now everybody's feeling all alone | |
| Can't tell you who I am | |
| When everybody's feeling all alone | |
| Can't tell you who I am | |
| I am looking forward | |
| Toward the shadows tracing bones | |
| Our faces stitched and sewing | |
| Our houses hemmed into homes | |
| Trying to be thankful | |
| Our stories fit into phones | |
| And our voices lift so easily | |
| A gift given accidentally | |
| When we're not sure | |
| We're not alone |
| zuo ci: Wilco | |
| zuo qu: Wilco | |
| I remember my mother' s | |
| Sister' s husband' s brother | |
| Working in the goldmine fulltime | |
| Filling in for sunshine | |
| Filing into tight lines | |
| Of ordinary beehives | |
| The door screams I hate you | |
| Hate you hanging around my blue jeans | |
| Why is there no breeze | |
| No currency of leaves | |
| No current through the water wire | |
| No feelings I can see | |
| I trust no emotion | |
| I believe in locomotion | |
| But I' ve turned to rust as we' ve discussed | |
| Though I must have let you down | |
| Too many times | |
| In the dirt and the dust | |
| I have no idea how this happens | |
| All of my maps have been overthrown | |
| Happenstance has changed my plans | |
| So many times my heart has been outgrown | |
| Now everybody' s feeling all alone | |
| Can' t tell you who I am | |
| When everybody' s feeling all alone | |
| Can' t tell you who I am | |
| I am looking forward | |
| Toward the shadows tracing bones | |
| Our faces stitched and sewing | |
| Our houses hemmed into homes | |
| Trying to be thankful | |
| Our stories fit into phones | |
| And our voices lift so easily | |
| A gift given accidentally | |
| When we' re not sure | |
| We' re not alone |
| zuò cí: Wilco | |
| zuò qǔ: Wilco | |
| I remember my mother' s | |
| Sister' s husband' s brother | |
| Working in the goldmine fulltime | |
| Filling in for sunshine | |
| Filing into tight lines | |
| Of ordinary beehives | |
| The door screams I hate you | |
| Hate you hanging around my blue jeans | |
| Why is there no breeze | |
| No currency of leaves | |
| No current through the water wire | |
| No feelings I can see | |
| I trust no emotion | |
| I believe in locomotion | |
| But I' ve turned to rust as we' ve discussed | |
| Though I must have let you down | |
| Too many times | |
| In the dirt and the dust | |
| I have no idea how this happens | |
| All of my maps have been overthrown | |
| Happenstance has changed my plans | |
| So many times my heart has been outgrown | |
| Now everybody' s feeling all alone | |
| Can' t tell you who I am | |
| When everybody' s feeling all alone | |
| Can' t tell you who I am | |
| I am looking forward | |
| Toward the shadows tracing bones | |
| Our faces stitched and sewing | |
| Our houses hemmed into homes | |
| Trying to be thankful | |
| Our stories fit into phones | |
| And our voices lift so easily | |
| A gift given accidentally | |
| When we' re not sure | |
| We' re not alone |
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