歌手:Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
专辑:《Up From Below》

Come In Please - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

Once upon a time
I was the hurricane boy

There was no eye
In me for you to hide

Head low don't show oceans
In my eyes

As the waves clap goodbye to sorrow

Daddy's on the mountain yellin
At the bloody sky

Mama's in the mirror
Actin out another life

Children in the schoolyard
Singin 'everybody dies'

And I am on the corner
With a sentimental eye

I am on the corner singin sentimental lies

Hopped up on a gypsy train
With tracks that you can hide
That way no storm
Could follow our tomorrows
But Shackled to a suitcase

Full of automatic thunder
CLAP

All hail to death's boy-wonder

JJ's in the kitchen talking
Bout the end of times

Mo's thowin Kerouac

To Catch Her In the Rye

Tempermental yogis

Bakin merryweather pie

And I am on the corner
With a sentimental eye

I am on the corner singin sentimental lies

Sometimes said it's suntime

Let it sunshine on my mind

All the same its conscience waiting

Cross the line

Last night I dreamed myself
Upon a golden glade

The clouds passed in
And out of my reflection

And everyone I've known held my hands
Till they were clay

And the storm finally bled
From my complexion

Now Jadey's on the mountain singing
'We will never die'

The band is in the rainbow
Playin love for you and I

Heath is riding shotgun
Aimin at the paper sky

And I am only
'I am' now I've opened up my eye

I am only
'I am' that I've opened up my eye

Sometimes said its suntime

Let it sunshine on my mind

Healing I need healing

A good feeling I can Shine

Feel it like you can see it

Like you can dream it in your mind

Sunny Hallelujah comin to ya

Rain or shine

All the same it's Conscience waiting

Cross the line

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All the same it's Conscience waiting