作词 : Tom Waits 作曲 : Tom Waits She sends me blue valentines all the way from philadelphia to mark the anniversary of someone that I used to be and it feels just like there's a warrant out for my arrest got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror and I'm always on the run thats why I change my name and I didn't think you'd ever find me here
to send me blue valentines like half forgotten dreams like a pebble in my shoe as I walk these streets and the ghost of your memory is the thistle in the kiss and the burgler that that can break a roses neck it's the tattooed broken promise that I hide beneath my sleeve and I see you every time I turn my back
she sends me blue valentines though I try to remain at large they're insisting that our love must have a culogy why do I save all of this madness in the nightstand drawer there to haunt upon my shoulders baby I know I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go with a blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel
she sends me blue valentines to remind me of my cardinal sin I can never wash the guilt or get these bloodstains off my hands and it takes a lot of whiskey to make these nightmares go away and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite and I die a little more on each st. valentine day remember that I promised I would write you... these blue valentines blue valentines blue valentines
作词 : Tom Waits 作曲 : Tom Waits She sends me blue valentines all the way from philadelphia to mark the anniversary of someone that I used to be and it feels just like there's a warrant out for my arrest got me checkin' in my rearview mirrror and I'm always on the run thats why I change my name and I didn't think you'd ever find me here
to send me blue valentines like half forgotten dreams like a pebble in my shoe as I walk these streets and the ghost of your memory is the thistle in the kiss and the burgler that that can break a roses neck it's the tattooed broken promise that I hide beneath my sleeve and I see you every time I turn my back
she sends me blue valentines though I try to remain at large they're insisting that our love must have a culogy why do I save all of this madness in the nightstand drawer there to haunt upon my shoulders baby I know I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go with a blind and broken heart that sleeps beneath my lapel
she sends me blue valentines to remind me of my cardinal sin I can never wash the guilt or get these bloodstains off my hands and it takes a lot of whiskey to make these nightmares go away and I cut my bleedin' heart out every nite and I die a little more on each st. valentine day remember that I promised I would write you... these blue valentines blue valentines blue valentines
