I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning-Slobberbone

歌手 : Slobberbone
专辑 : Crow Pot Pie
语种 : 英语
时长 : 06:39

DOLBY 杜比全景声 下载

臻品母带 下载

臻品全景声 下载

臻品音质

HIRES Hi-Res 下载

FLAC 无损flac 百度云网盘下载

APE 无损ape 格式下载

320MP3 极高mp3 歌曲下载

128MP3 标准mp3 百度网盘下载

192OGG 较高ogg 下载

192AAC 较高aac 下载

96AAC 标准aac 百度云下载

Loading...

TXT I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning-Slobberbone 文本歌词

I Can Tell Your Love Is Waning - Slobberbone
Not much in this trailer now
A picture book remote control
And a cookie jar shaped like a cow
A macrame frame 'round a picture of me
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer
On a black and white TV
There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know you there
As you're lying in the bathtub with shampoo in your hair
And the radio is playing some f**ked up country song
And sorta like us it's sad and sweet
But it won't last for long
'Cause I can tell your love
Is waning from the looks and smell of it
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
I don't know
Not much in this trailer now
A picture book remote control
And a cookie jar shaped like a cow
A macrame frame 'round a picture of me
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer
On a black and white TV
There's a baby in the bedroom that
Doesn't know your there
As you're lying in the
Bathtub running water through your hair
And the radio is plays Mack the Knife
And I begin to think as
I pull myself a steak knife from
The bottom of the kitchen sink
'Cause I can tell your love is waning
From the looks and smell of it
Like getting caught behind a cattle
Truck and all you smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
I still don't know
I don't know
Not much in this trailer now
A picture book remote control
And a cookie jar shaped like a cow
A macrame frame 'round a picture of me
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer on a black and white TV
There's a baby in the bedroom doesn't know your there
As you're lying in the bathtub with blood all in your hair
And the radio plays so damn loud
I can't hear myself think
As I wash the blood from my fingers
And the knife in the bathroom sink
'Cause I could tell your love was waning
From the looks and smell of it
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
But I know that if we could just get past
These foul moods we're in
We could drive on down the highway girl
With all our windows rolled down once again