Pacific Telephone 歌詞

She get’s her high hopes down The Moon outsmarts the Sun And nothing really matters Since the night I met her In a dusty bar uptown I like the way she sounded Easy with the sailors Flirting after hours Lucille’s got the face of an earthquake Shaking, shaking She takes off her dress in the misty Morning, morning I paid the man and drove To some place down the coast The landscape in the distance Unfolded like a river On the beach the sand was cold My hands around her throat Tried my best to show her How dreams get turned to silver Lucille’s got the face of an earthquake Shaking, shaking She takes off her dress in the misty Morning, morning