Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof.
Redwood, holly tree, juniper...
The service moves slowly through the hills
Faint sound of the highway
Night sets on the church of pines,
Ending the day, they laid down to rest.
From my room, I look at the street
And see the youths passing along
While I unwind, head in a song.
And in my bed, I play the guitar
I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone
And if it don't come... then I put it down.
Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhood
Moon glow, over the gravestones
Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
The lamp light, the fallen fence posts.
The sun rises over the tree line....
With welcoming morning light.
Day sets on the church of pines,
One day we'll all.. be laid to rest.
From the hills I look up at stars
And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
And in my head, I'm playing with words
I scramble and strain to find the right ones
Sometimes there are none.
Sometimes they don't come.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:28.95]Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof.
[00:51.42]Redwood, holly tree, juniper...
[01:00.36]The service moves slowly through the hills
[01:08.82]Faint sound of the highway
[01:10.08]Night sets on the church of pines,
[01:20.10]Ending the day, they laid down to rest.
[01:26.19]From my room, I look at the street
[01:44.97]And see the youths passing along
[01:46.08]While I unwind, head in a song.
[01:58.50]And in my bed, I play the guitar
[02:02.91]I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone
[02:05.94]And if it don't come... then I put it down.
[02:15.18]Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhood
[02:15.84]Moon glow, over the gravestones
[03:33.42]Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
[03:36.24]The lamp light, the fallen fence posts.
[03:52.98]The sun rises over the tree line....
[04:00.12]With welcoming morning light.
[04:01.62]Day sets on the church of pines,
[04:13.14]One day we'll all.. be laid to rest.
[04:14.88]From the hills I look up at stars
[04:34.53]And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
[04:43.41]And in my head, I'm playing with words
[04:47.19]I scramble and strain to find the right ones
[04:53.67]Sometimes there are none.
[04:58.29]Sometimes they don't come.
Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof.
Redwood, holly tree, juniper...
The service moves slowly through the hills
Faint sound of the highway
Night sets on the church of pines,
Ending the day, they laid down to rest.
From my room, I look at the street
And see the youths passing along
While I unwind, head in a song.
And in my bed, I play the guitar
I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone
And if it don't come... then I put it down.
Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhood
Moon glow, over the gravestones
Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
The lamp light, the fallen fence posts.
The sun rises over the tree line....
With welcoming morning light.
Day sets on the church of pines,
One day we'll all.. be laid to rest.
From the hills I look up at stars
And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
And in my head, I'm playing with words
I scramble and strain to find the right ones
Sometimes there are none.
Sometimes they don't come.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:28.95]Squirrel, squirrel.. jump down onto my roof.
[00:51.42]Redwood, holly tree, juniper...
[01:00.36]The service moves slowly through the hills
[01:08.82]Faint sound of the highway
[01:10.08]Night sets on the church of pines,
[01:20.10]Ending the day, they laid down to rest.
[01:26.19]From my room, I look at the street
[01:44.97]And see the youths passing along
[01:46.08]While I unwind, head in a song.
[01:58.50]And in my bed, I play the guitar
[02:02.91]I loosen the strings 'til I find a tone
[02:05.94]And if it don't come... then I put it down.
[02:15.18]Howl, howl.. dogs of the neighborhood
[02:15.84]Moon glow, over the gravestones
[03:33.42]Dense vines, strangle the black oaks
[03:36.24]The lamp light, the fallen fence posts.
[03:52.98]The sun rises over the tree line....
[04:00.12]With welcoming morning light.
[04:01.62]Day sets on the church of pines,
[04:13.14]One day we'll all.. be laid to rest.
[04:14.88]From the hills I look up at stars
[04:34.53]And feel the darkness swell like a bruise
[04:43.41]And in my head, I'm playing with words
[04:47.19]I scramble and strain to find the right ones
[04:53.67]Sometimes there are none.
[04:58.29]Sometimes they don't come.
I got some news on you from a friend
You’re in Charlotte again
He said you’re going by Joy
You cut your hair like a boy
And you don’t talk to your old...
Scattered relics of your love Just lyin 'round your dusty room
Bearing old souls, old men, old scars, dissonant wallow of guitars.
Burnin' off Indian ...
In my room at Third and Seneca
Homeless on the corners, they carouse
Ferries float out in the Puget Sound
Scenesters with their beards and tennis shoe...
I woke up this morning, August 3rd
It's been a pretty slow and uneventful summer
Went to visit a friend in Santa Fe
Went to New Orleans and went to se...
Don't cry my love don't cry no more
A crashing sky a rolling screen
A city drowning Gods black tears
I cannot bear to see
She lay under the midnight m...
When I was young
my father taught me not to gloat.
If I came home too proud of myself
I get wrestled to the floor and choked.
But I forgive him for th...
In my room at Third and Seneca
See the pigeons peck
Homeless on the corners they carouse
Ferries float out
in the Puget Sound
Scenesters with their be...