August Clown Lyrics
| Song | August Clown |
| Artist | Gregory Alan Isakov |
| Album | Songs for October |
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| 作曲 : Isakov | |
| August clown's a saint | |
| and I just figured out why | |
| I've been walking through the sand | |
| with just you on my mind | |
| and all that's left of the summer sky | |
| is the moment you're flying by | |
| there's things a boy can never tell | |
| know you by your hands too well (2x) | |
| Damn you from this wretched boy | |
| you've stolen more than sleep and joy | |
| an' I'm goin' back where I belong | |
| where the time is right and straight and slow | |
| going back where I belong | |
| just to watch them thistles grow | |
| August skin's left golden brown | |
| and I've seen too much of this lonely town | |
| too much thinking walking 'round | |
| too much talking August clown (2x) | |
| Damn you from this wretched boy | |
| you've stolen more than sleep and joy | |
| I'm going back where I belong | |
| where the time is straight and right and slow | |
| going back where I belong | |
| just to watch them thistles grow... |
| zuo qu : Isakov | |
| August clown' s a saint | |
| and I just figured out why | |
| I' ve been walking through the sand | |
| with just you on my mind | |
| and all that' s left of the summer sky | |
| is the moment you' re flying by | |
| there' s things a boy can never tell | |
| know you by your hands too well 2x | |
| Damn you from this wretched boy | |
| you' ve stolen more than sleep and joy | |
| an' I' m goin' back where I belong | |
| where the time is right and straight and slow | |
| going back where I belong | |
| just to watch them thistles grow | |
| August skin' s left golden brown | |
| and I' ve seen too much of this lonely town | |
| too much thinking walking ' round | |
| too much talking August clown 2x | |
| Damn you from this wretched boy | |
| you' ve stolen more than sleep and joy | |
| I' m going back where I belong | |
| where the time is straight and right and slow | |
| going back where I belong | |
| just to watch them thistles grow... |
| zuò qǔ : Isakov | |
| August clown' s a saint | |
| and I just figured out why | |
| I' ve been walking through the sand | |
| with just you on my mind | |
| and all that' s left of the summer sky | |
| is the moment you' re flying by | |
| there' s things a boy can never tell | |
| know you by your hands too well 2x | |
| Damn you from this wretched boy | |
| you' ve stolen more than sleep and joy | |
| an' I' m goin' back where I belong | |
| where the time is right and straight and slow | |
| going back where I belong | |
| just to watch them thistles grow | |
| August skin' s left golden brown | |
| and I' ve seen too much of this lonely town | |
| too much thinking walking ' round | |
| too much talking August clown 2x | |
| Damn you from this wretched boy | |
| you' ve stolen more than sleep and joy | |
| I' m going back where I belong | |
| where the time is straight and right and slow | |
| going back where I belong | |
| just to watch them thistles grow... |
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