| Song | Recovering The Satellites |
| Artist | Counting Crows |
| Album | Films About Ghosts:The Best Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Duritz | |
| Gonna get back to basics, | |
| Guess I'll start it up again, | |
| I'm fallin' from the ceiling, | |
| You're falling from the sky now and then. | |
| Maybe you were shot down in pieces, | |
| Maybe I slipped in between, | |
| But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, | |
| The wildest people they ever hoped to see, | |
| Just you and me. | |
| So why'd you come home, | |
| To this sleepless town, | |
| It's a lifetime commitment, | |
| Recovering the satellites, | |
| All anybody really wants to know is, | |
| When you gonna come down, | |
| When you gonna come down. | |
| Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, | |
| And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, | |
| 'Til they see themselves in telescopes, | |
| Well listen, do you see yourself in me? | |
| We're such crazy babies, little monkey, | |
| God we're so fucked up, you and me. | |
| So why'd you come home, | |
| To this faithless town, | |
| Where we make a lifetime commitment, | |
| To recovering the satellites, | |
| And all anybody really wants to know is, | |
| When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, | |
| When are you gonna come down. | |
| She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, | |
| She's got heaven in her eyes, | |
| She says I don't, I don't, I don't need to be an angel, | |
| But I'm nothing, I'm nothing if I'm not this high. | |
| But we only stay in orbit, | |
| For a moment of time, | |
| And then you're everybody's satellite, | |
| I wish that you were mine, | |
| Wish that you were mine. | |
| So why'd you come home, | |
| To this angel's town, | |
| Well it's a lifetime's decision, | |
| Recovering the satellites, | |
| All anybody really knows for sure is, | |
| That you're gonna come down, | |
| That you're gonna come down. |
| zuo ci : Duritz | |
| Gonna get back to basics, | |
| Guess I' ll start it up again, | |
| I' m fallin' from the ceiling, | |
| You' re falling from the sky now and then. | |
| Maybe you were shot down in pieces, | |
| Maybe I slipped in between, | |
| But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, | |
| The wildest people they ever hoped to see, | |
| Just you and me. | |
| So why' d you come home, | |
| To this sleepless town, | |
| It' s a lifetime commitment, | |
| Recovering the satellites, | |
| All anybody really wants to know is, | |
| When you gonna come down, | |
| When you gonna come down. | |
| Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, | |
| And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, | |
| ' Til they see themselves in telescopes, | |
| Well listen, do you see yourself in me? | |
| We' re such crazy babies, little monkey, | |
| God we' re so fucked up, you and me. | |
| So why' d you come home, | |
| To this faithless town, | |
| Where we make a lifetime commitment, | |
| To recovering the satellites, | |
| And all anybody really wants to know is, | |
| When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, | |
| When are you gonna come down. | |
| She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, | |
| She' s got heaven in her eyes, | |
| She says I don' t, I don' t, I don' t need to be an angel, | |
| But I' m nothing, I' m nothing if I' m not this high. | |
| But we only stay in orbit, | |
| For a moment of time, | |
| And then you' re everybody' s satellite, | |
| I wish that you were mine, | |
| Wish that you were mine. | |
| So why' d you come home, | |
| To this angel' s town, | |
| Well it' s a lifetime' s decision, | |
| Recovering the satellites, | |
| All anybody really knows for sure is, | |
| That you' re gonna come down, | |
| That you' re gonna come down. |
| zuò cí : Duritz | |
| Gonna get back to basics, | |
| Guess I' ll start it up again, | |
| I' m fallin' from the ceiling, | |
| You' re falling from the sky now and then. | |
| Maybe you were shot down in pieces, | |
| Maybe I slipped in between, | |
| But we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest, | |
| The wildest people they ever hoped to see, | |
| Just you and me. | |
| So why' d you come home, | |
| To this sleepless town, | |
| It' s a lifetime commitment, | |
| Recovering the satellites, | |
| All anybody really wants to know is, | |
| When you gonna come down, | |
| When you gonna come down. | |
| Your mother recognizes, all your desperate displays, | |
| And she watches as her babies, drift violently away, | |
| ' Til they see themselves in telescopes, | |
| Well listen, do you see yourself in me? | |
| We' re such crazy babies, little monkey, | |
| God we' re so fucked up, you and me. | |
| So why' d you come home, | |
| To this faithless town, | |
| Where we make a lifetime commitment, | |
| To recovering the satellites, | |
| And all anybody really wants to know is, | |
| When are you gonna come down, down, down, down, down, down, | |
| When are you gonna come down. | |
| She, she, she sees shooting stars and comet tails, | |
| She' s got heaven in her eyes, | |
| She says I don' t, I don' t, I don' t need to be an angel, | |
| But I' m nothing, I' m nothing if I' m not this high. | |
| But we only stay in orbit, | |
| For a moment of time, | |
| And then you' re everybody' s satellite, | |
| I wish that you were mine, | |
| Wish that you were mine. | |
| So why' d you come home, | |
| To this angel' s town, | |
| Well it' s a lifetime' s decision, | |
| Recovering the satellites, | |
| All anybody really knows for sure is, | |
| That you' re gonna come down, | |
| That you' re gonna come down. |