| Song | Cloud Blood |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | To the Teeth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| I've been wondering what you meant when you asked | |
| Do you have a light? | |
| I've been wondering where you went when you left | |
| That party that night | |
| Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky | |
| It's dawn's roadkill | |
| I've been driving since midnight | |
| And i'm driving still | |
| Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind | |
| On my rand mcnally | |
| Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in | |
| To the first blue of the valley | |
| You're wondering how far down you are | |
| On my call back list | |
| But you don't realize everytime i find i'm by a phone | |
| The landscape shifts | |
| Every other song someone's trying to write angels | |
| Into the wrold | |
| Every grace, every ace every near miss | |
| Every decent kiss by a pretty girl | |
| She was an angel | |
| She looked like an angel | |
| And all of the angels did sing | |
| The angels were watching | |
| And the angels were listening | |
| And the angels were on hand | |
| To stand in for everything | |
| You can call it magic | |
| When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat | |
| But the reason i don't call is cuz i wonder | |
| If there isn't a better word than that | |
| And you can call me crazy | |
| But i think you're as lazy | |
| As white paint on a wall | |
| And i know you'll only speak to me in dial tones | |
| If i call | |
| It's been way too long | |
| Since i've been behind the wheel | |
| Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel | |
| Dry eyed trying hard to resist | |
| Sleep's first kill | |
| Everytime i have time to think | |
| I think of this |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| I' ve been wondering what you meant when you asked | |
| Do you have a light? | |
| I' ve been wondering where you went when you left | |
| That party that night | |
| Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky | |
| It' s dawn' s roadkill | |
| I' ve been driving since midnight | |
| And i' m driving still | |
| Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind | |
| On my rand mcnally | |
| Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in | |
| To the first blue of the valley | |
| You' re wondering how far down you are | |
| On my call back list | |
| But you don' t realize everytime i find i' m by a phone | |
| The landscape shifts | |
| Every other song someone' s trying to write angels | |
| Into the wrold | |
| Every grace, every ace every near miss | |
| Every decent kiss by a pretty girl | |
| She was an angel | |
| She looked like an angel | |
| And all of the angels did sing | |
| The angels were watching | |
| And the angels were listening | |
| And the angels were on hand | |
| To stand in for everything | |
| You can call it magic | |
| When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat | |
| But the reason i don' t call is cuz i wonder | |
| If there isn' t a better word than that | |
| And you can call me crazy | |
| But i think you' re as lazy | |
| As white paint on a wall | |
| And i know you' ll only speak to me in dial tones | |
| If i call | |
| It' s been way too long | |
| Since i' ve been behind the wheel | |
| Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel | |
| Dry eyed trying hard to resist | |
| Sleep' s first kill | |
| Everytime i have time to think | |
| I think of this |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| I' ve been wondering what you meant when you asked | |
| Do you have a light? | |
| I' ve been wondering where you went when you left | |
| That party that night | |
| Cloud blood smudge smeared on the sky | |
| It' s dawn' s roadkill | |
| I' ve been driving since midnight | |
| And i' m driving still | |
| Stop on the top of the ridge just to feel the wind | |
| On my rand mcnally | |
| Then i feel the air go cold as i drift in | |
| To the first blue of the valley | |
| You' re wondering how far down you are | |
| On my call back list | |
| But you don' t realize everytime i find i' m by a phone | |
| The landscape shifts | |
| Every other song someone' s trying to write angels | |
| Into the wrold | |
| Every grace, every ace every near miss | |
| Every decent kiss by a pretty girl | |
| She was an angel | |
| She looked like an angel | |
| And all of the angels did sing | |
| The angels were watching | |
| And the angels were listening | |
| And the angels were on hand | |
| To stand in for everything | |
| You can call it magic | |
| When a man pulls a rabbit out of a hat | |
| But the reason i don' t call is cuz i wonder | |
| If there isn' t a better word than that | |
| And you can call me crazy | |
| But i think you' re as lazy | |
| As white paint on a wall | |
| And i know you' ll only speak to me in dial tones | |
| If i call | |
| It' s been way too long | |
| Since i' ve been behind the wheel | |
| Headlights guiding me through the dark i feel | |
| Dry eyed trying hard to resist | |
| Sleep' s first kill | |
| Everytime i have time to think | |
| I think of this |