Sea Change

There's a blue bird at my window I can't hear the songs he sings All the jewels in Heaven They don't look the same to me I just wade the tides that turned Till I learn to leave the past behind It's only lies that I'm living It's only tears that I'm c

We don't have to worry Life goes where it does Faster than a bullet From an empty gun Turn yourself over Loose change we could spend Grinding down diamonds Round, round, round the bend Round, round, round the bend People pushing harder Up against the

Time wears away all the pleasures of the day All the treasures you could hold Days turn to sand, losing strength in every hand They can't hold you anymore Already dead to me now, already dead to me now 'Cause it feels like I'm watching something dyin

Lonesome tears I can't cry them anymore I can't think of what they're for Oh they ruin me every time But I'll try To leave behind some days These tears just can't erase I don't need them anymore How could this love Ever turning Never turn its eye on

Something better than this, someplace I'd like to go To let all I've learned tell me what I know About the kind of life I never thought I'd live Till the ugly truth showed me what it did Let it pass on the side of the road What a friend could tell me

six billion backs against the wall now do we walk or run this puzzle's falling into place once more around the sun remember when you were a kid those days were all so long but if we don't do this somebody else will three billion backs against the wal

Just like a paper tiger Torn apart by idle hands Through the halter skelter morning Fix yourself while you still can No more ashes to ashes No more cinders from the sky And all the laws of creation Tell a dead man how to die O deserts down below us A

歌名:lost cause 专辑:sea change 歌手:beck 制作:stefanie your sorry eyes, they cut through bone they make it hard to leave you alone leave you here wearing your wounds waving your guns at somebody new baby you're lost baby you're lost baby you're a lost cause

Put your hands on the wheel Let the golden age begin Let the window down Feel the moonlight on your skin Let the desert wind Cool your aching head Let the weight of the world Drift away instead These days I barely get by I don't even try It's a treac