thea gilmore《The List》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:09.82]He was a clubland caller [00:12.35]He was younger than he felt [00:14.76]Settled like a moth [00:16.10]Down in the east-end Neon belt [00:19.30]Well he used to be a believer [00:21.63]Til the city got its grip [00:23.59]Now if theres any holiness left [00:26.27]Well he can't remember it [00:28.33]He can't remember it [00:33.62]She was a high-rise butterfly [00:36.20]Crashed in 92 [00:38.26]Into some veiled little suburb [00:40.28]That they bulldozed through [00:43.01]Where the little fat angels [00:45.33]Guard the harvest like they should [00:47.71]Well its downtown now [00:50.39]But it used to be the woods [00:52.22]It used to be the woods [00:57.35]And  oh its a lonely little town [01:07.02]And oh  its a lonely little tune [01:17.91]And if my name is on [01:19.44]That list I guess I'll see you soon [01:31.04]First he heard her voice and then he saw her face [01:35.47]She shone just like a crucifix [01:38.06]An instrument of grace [01:40.20]And they got on like children [01:42.72]They got a hotel room [01:45.10]They got a new religion  a needle and a spoon [01:49.23]Needle and a spoon [01:54.45]And they gave thanks to the heavens [01:57.07]But the devil held their hands [01:59.24]And they walked that great divide [02:00.82]Between Disciples and partisans [02:03.94]And the brown and the Bible [02:06.27]They were never quite enough [02:08.63]But the life that grew inside her well [02:11.14]That felt a bit like love [02:12.96]Felt a bit like love [02:18.20]And  oh its a lonely little town [02:27.87]And oh  its a lonely little tune [02:38.83]And if my name is on that list [02:41.02]I guess I'll see you soon [02:48.01]And if my name is on that list [02:50.48]I guess I'll see you soon [03:01.20]The seasons are a metronome [03:03.61]The rhythm and the wild [03:05.94]The winter took his heart away [03:08.30]The spring it took her child [03:10.46]And the honeyed breath of [03:11.60]Summer is sweet and overgrown [03:14.78]But its always autumn sings [03:16.13]Its not too late To find your way back home [03:19.47]To find your way back home [03:24.64]And a bell sometimes reminds them [03:27.03]Or the singing in the wind [03:29.23]The striking of a match  the smell of Paraffin [03:33.35]And some folks are drawn to the flames [03:36.31]And some just want to hide [03:38.45]But the lonely are the prettiest of all [03:40.91]They burn from the inside [03:42.96]They burn from the inside [03:47.83]Yeah  the lonely are the prettiest of all [03:50.24]They burn from the inside