Carl Hauck - Martial Riesling
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[00:07.570]My fingertips are tapping on a hefty stack of papers sitting
[00:11.710]Stamped and sorted carefully all ready to be sent
[00:15.440]Sonnets prose and charming odes to ennui laden scribbles so
[00:19.290]Affected by the rain or lack thereof that fell today
[00:22.990]I'm waiting patiently for June
[00:30.750]I recall the sunlight waltzing in and giving way to halogen
[00:34.870]Moons about the room until the candles hit the switch
[00:38.550]We were buzzed on martial riesling and an ever growing feeling
[00:42.410]That we possibly were on to something worth another glass
[00:46.220]So we poured it and drank the bottle dry
[00:53.630]And as the paid programming flickered so did time
[01:01.710]Blank checks made out to certainty
[01:03.780]The memos bursting at the seams
[01:05.910]With issues better left unspoken of and never seen
[01:09.820]Almanacs with pencil marks on golden bands and travels far
[01:13.460]To cities where our melodies can find a place to park
[01:17.090]And we'll settle down for a day
[01:24.720]Then we'll pack our things and be on our way
[01:32.450]Even though we'd love to stay
[01:44.310]Well if dreams are tiny trinkets on the dustiest of shelves
[01:47.350]Where only youthful fingers ever stand a chance
[01:52.090]I will raise you on my shoulders
[01:53.950]Lead you under guide you over
[01:55.710]Till you get a hold that's firm enough for me to let you go
[01:59.850]You'll struggle and it might sting
[02:07.270]But you know my dear what hurt can bring
[02:14.970]While the critics sleep at night we'll sing
[02:26.570]Well I've got dreams too
[02:34.580]But I'm not gonna share them with you
[02:42.220]Well I've got dreams too
[02:49.970]But I'm not gonna share them with you
[02:57.710]Well I've got dreams too
[03:05.490]But I'm not gonna share them with you
[03:13.200]Well I've got dreams too
[03:20.930]But I'm not gonna share them with you
[03:28.660]Well I've got dreams
[03:36.470]But I'm not gonna share them with you
[03:44.130]Well I've got dreams too
[03:51.890]But I'm not gonna share them with you
文本歌词
My fingertips are tapping on a hefty stack of papers sitting
Stamped and sorted carefully all ready to be sent
Sonnets prose and charming odes to ennui laden scribbles so
Affected by the rain or lack thereof that fell today
I'm waiting patiently for June
I recall the sunlight waltzing in and giving way to halogen
Moons about the room until the candles hit the switch
We were buzzed on martial riesling and an ever growing feeling
That we possibly were on to something worth another glass
So we poured it and drank the bottle dry
And as the paid programming flickered so did time
Blank checks made out to certainty
The memos bursting at the seams
With issues better left unspoken of and never seen
Almanacs with pencil marks on golden bands and travels far
To cities where our melodies can find a place to park
And we'll settle down for a day
Then we'll pack our things and be on our way
Even though we'd love to stay
Well if dreams are tiny trinkets on the dustiest of shelves
Where only youthful fingers ever stand a chance
I will raise you on my shoulders
Lead you under guide you over
Till you get a hold that's firm enough for me to let you go
You'll struggle and it might sting
But you know my dear what hurt can bring
While the critics sleep at night we'll sing
Well I've got dreams too
But I'm not gonna share them with you
Well I've got dreams too
But I'm not gonna share them with you
Well I've got dreams too
But I'm not gonna share them with you
Well I've got dreams too
But I'm not gonna share them with you
Well I've got dreams
But I'm not gonna share them with you
Well I've got dreams too
But I'm not gonna share them with you
