Song | Two A.M. Lovesick |
Artist | Blue October |
Album | The Answers |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Furstenfeld | |
A walk like a burned out porn star | |
With aching feet for a car | |
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star | |
Makes me appreciate how the little things are | |
But crossing a road isn't easily told | |
To a young has-been centerfold | |
Labelled a winner's episode | |
Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean | |
Except for this recurring dream | |
Of losing total feeling | |
While the windmill's squealing | |
The windmill's squealing | |
I paint to kill the dead saints | |
I paint to make it clear | |
My colors run in blue and gray | |
But they give hope to someone dear | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick | |
With a walking pneumonia drumkick | |
And this candle doens't have a wick | |
But I'm really not that scared | |
No, I'm not that scared | |
A walk like a burned out porn star | |
With aching feet for a car | |
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star | |
Makes me appreciate how the little things are |
zuo qu : Furstenfeld | |
A walk like a burned out porn star | |
With aching feet for a car | |
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star | |
Makes me appreciate how the little things are | |
But crossing a road isn' t easily told | |
To a young hasbeen centerfold | |
Labelled a winner' s episode | |
Yeah, I' m really clean if you know what I mean | |
Except for this recurring dream | |
Of losing total feeling | |
While the windmill' s squealing | |
The windmill' s squealing | |
I paint to kill the dead saints | |
I paint to make it clear | |
My colors run in blue and gray | |
But they give hope to someone dear | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick | |
With a walking pneumonia drumkick | |
And this candle doens' t have a wick | |
But I' m really not that scared | |
No, I' m not that scared | |
A walk like a burned out porn star | |
With aching feet for a car | |
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star | |
Makes me appreciate how the little things are |
zuò qǔ : Furstenfeld | |
A walk like a burned out porn star | |
With aching feet for a car | |
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star | |
Makes me appreciate how the little things are | |
But crossing a road isn' t easily told | |
To a young hasbeen centerfold | |
Labelled a winner' s episode | |
Yeah, I' m really clean if you know what I mean | |
Except for this recurring dream | |
Of losing total feeling | |
While the windmill' s squealing | |
The windmill' s squealing | |
I paint to kill the dead saints | |
I paint to make it clear | |
My colors run in blue and gray | |
But they give hope to someone dear | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick | |
With a walking pneumonia drumkick | |
And this candle doens' t have a wick | |
But I' m really not that scared | |
No, I' m not that scared | |
A walk like a burned out porn star | |
With aching feet for a car | |
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star | |
Makes me appreciate how the little things are |