The Boy Least Likely To - Whiskers歌詞
下載《Whiskers文本歌詞》歌名：Whiskers
歌手：The Boy Least Likely To
Sitting on a broken dream
And memories are what might have been
Biscuit crumbs and bird seed in his
Whiskers (x3)
Even though he never went to war
He still felt something worth fighting for
But no one else ever cared as much as
Whiskers (x3)
Whiskers (x3)
He sits in the moonlight on top of the hill
Playing a penny whistle and picking thistles out of his kilt
He rubs his paws together and it begins to snow
As he counts up all the Christmas lights in the village down below
He sits around the campfire and licks at his wounds
Staring sadly back at his reflection in a spoon
We used to want the same things when we were growing up
But somewhere along the way I started hoping for too much
I found his little plastic shield
Chewed up on the battlefield
And I knew then I’d never make a friend again like
Whiskers (x3)
Whiskers (x3)
Whiskers (x3)
歌手：The Boy Least Likely To
Sitting on a broken dream
And memories are what might have been
Biscuit crumbs and bird seed in his
Whiskers (x3)
Even though he never went to war
He still felt something worth fighting for
But no one else ever cared as much as
Whiskers (x3)
Whiskers (x3)
He sits in the moonlight on top of the hill
Playing a penny whistle and picking thistles out of his kilt
He rubs his paws together and it begins to snow
As he counts up all the Christmas lights in the village down below
He sits around the campfire and licks at his wounds
Staring sadly back at his reflection in a spoon
We used to want the same things when we were growing up
But somewhere along the way I started hoping for too much
I found his little plastic shield
Chewed up on the battlefield
And I knew then I’d never make a friend again like
Whiskers (x3)
Whiskers (x3)
Whiskers (x3)
WhiskersLRC歌詞
下載《WhiskersLRC歌詞》[ti:Whiskers] [ar:The Boy Least Likely To] [al:Law of the Playground (2009)] [00:02.00]歌名：Whiskers [00:02.20]歌手：The Boy Least Likely To [00:02.40] [00:14.42]Sitting on a broken dream [00:20.40]And memories are what might have been [00:26.70]Biscuit crumbs and bird seed in his [00:34.61]Whiskers (x3) [00:46.66]Even though he never went to war [00:51.77]He still felt something worth fighting for [00:57.80]But no one else ever cared as much as [01:07.07]Whiskers (x3) [01:18.66]Whiskers (x3) [01:29.80]He sits in the moonlight on top of the hill [01:34.84]Playing a penny whistle and picking thistles out of his kilt [01:41.23]He rubs his paws together and it begins to snow [01:47.00]As he counts up all the Christmas lights in the village down below [02:15.30]He sits around the campfire and licks at his wounds [02:22.06]Staring sadly back at his reflection in a spoon [02:27.69]We used to want the same things when we were growing up [02:32.30]But somewhere along the way I started hoping for too much [02:45.00]I found his little plastic shield [02:51.00]Chewed up on the battlefield [02:56.58]And I knew then I’d never make a friend again like [03:05.02]Whiskers (x3) [03:15.73]Whiskers (x3) [03:27.28]Whiskers (x3) [03:39.16]Whiskers (x3)