Quiet Town-The Killers

[ti:Quiet Town] [ar:The Killers] [al:Pressure Machine] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Quiet Town - The Killers (杀手乐团) [00:00.88]Lyrics by：Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers [00:01.77]Composed by：Jonathan Rado/Brandon Flowers [00:02.66]Oh yeah oh no the train the train [00:05.33]Every two or three years the train kills somebody [00:08.58]Every two or three years yeah [00:11.33]Everybody knows about the train okay [00:14.30]You hear it constantly [00:18.11]Eh I I think the train is a way to find your way out [00:22.08]Of this life if you get hit by it [00:43.79]A couple of kids got hit by a Union Pacific train [00:50.75]Carrying sheet metal and household appliances through the pouring rain [00:58.80]They were planning on getting married after graduation [01:02.62]Had a little baby girl trouble came and shut it down [01:09.17]Things like that ain't supposed to happen [01:13.39]In this quiet town families are tight [01:21.74]Good people they still don't deadbolt their doors at night [01:28.50]In this quiet town [01:44.32]When we first heard opioid stories they were always in whispering tones [01:52.71]Now banners of sorrow mark the front steps of childhood homes [01:57.97]Parents wept through daddy's girl eulogies [02:00.80]And merit badge milestones with their daughters and sons [02:05.92]Laying there lifeless in their suits and gowns [02:10.65]Somebody's been keepin' secrets [02:15.09]In this quiet town they know how to live [02:23.65]Good people who lean on Jesus they're quick to forgive [02:30.71]In this quiet town [02:45.99]Now whenever I'm near the town I'll find some reason to give [02:53.65]And I will walk with the dead and the living where I used to live [03:00.25]And every time I see my parents in the prime of their lives [03:05.01]Offering their son the kind of love he could never put down [03:12.40]Well part of me is still that stainless kid lucky [03:16.86]In this quiet town salt of the land [03:25.11]Hard-working people if you're in trouble they'll lend you a hand [03:31.80]Here in this quiet town [04:05.58]The first crop of hay is up [04:08.68]School let out and the sun beats down [04:13.13]Smoke billows from a Sunday train [04:16.22]That cries away from a quiet town