Tomorrow’s Just Too Late - Kevin Devine

作词 : Kevin Devine 作曲 : Kevin Devine It's a brush fire spreading feeding as it moves And it's a disappeared glacier it's an airborne flu It's your disbelievi

My brother's blood boils in my arms It balls my fingers into fists It bubbles blisters burns my palms It floods with fury fights and fits It's got the good guy

I quit the carnival and moved next door Thought I'd had enough but I wanted more So now I'm sneaking out at night I clean my face and shine my shoes And go wher

作词 : Kevin Devine 作曲 : Kevin Devine In the hand of God there's a cattle prod That keeps shocking us along 'Til we're flung from roofs without parachutes To

One two three four one I could be with anyone Just while the honeymoon burns bright No electricity that keeps things light I'm not saying that it's right I'm no

Your husband He drinks like a writer But he writes like a banker I hope his pens all run dry You watch him from your cave in the corner Full moon eyes flame and