歌曲 | Today, Tuesday |
歌手 | Frida Hyvönen |
专辑 | Until Death Comes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hyvönen | |
Today is Tuesday I got your letter days ago | |
It was printed out and kept in my purse | |
as a substitute for the missing daylight | |
of a jetlagged insomniac | |
I am back in this part of the universe | |
it changed behind my back | |
and the place where I left my centre | |
got lost in the action | |
oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
oh-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
It's gone a little winterish here but no snow yet | |
Only crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground | |
after they've fallen down, as a taste of what's to come | |
I'm having a new watchtower built | |
different but not quite | |
so that the missing angles | |
might find their way home | |
oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago | |
and in the buzzing unreality of airports | |
the whole trip was reduced to a dream | |
and stored in my head | |
And in an ocean not so far away from here | |
your name's become a mantram on repeat | |
The underwater-creatures in me | |
are chanting your name | |
oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
oo-oo, isn't it one of life's blessings | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? |
zuo qu : Hyv nen | |
Today is Tuesday I got your letter days ago | |
It was printed out and kept in my purse | |
as a substitute for the missing daylight | |
of a jetlagged insomniac | |
I am back in this part of the universe | |
it changed behind my back | |
and the place where I left my centre | |
got lost in the action | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
ohoo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
It' s gone a little winterish here but no snow yet | |
Only crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground | |
after they' ve fallen down, as a taste of what' s to come | |
I' m having a new watchtower built | |
different but not quite | |
so that the missing angles | |
might find their way home | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago | |
and in the buzzing unreality of airports | |
the whole trip was reduced to a dream | |
and stored in my head | |
And in an ocean not so far away from here | |
your name' s become a mantram on repeat | |
The underwatercreatures in me | |
are chanting your name | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? |
zuò qǔ : Hyv nen | |
Today is Tuesday I got your letter days ago | |
It was printed out and kept in my purse | |
as a substitute for the missing daylight | |
of a jetlagged insomniac | |
I am back in this part of the universe | |
it changed behind my back | |
and the place where I left my centre | |
got lost in the action | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
ohoo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
I do not remember the shape of my plan | |
It' s gone a little winterish here but no snow yet | |
Only crispy grass freezing leaves to the ground | |
after they' ve fallen down, as a taste of what' s to come | |
I' m having a new watchtower built | |
different but not quite | |
so that the missing angles | |
might find their way home | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
Spending my days trying to trust that they will | |
Survived that flight sleeping, it was days ago | |
and in the buzzing unreality of airports | |
the whole trip was reduced to a dream | |
and stored in my head | |
And in an ocean not so far away from here | |
your name' s become a mantram on repeat | |
The underwatercreatures in me | |
are chanting your name | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
oooo, isn' t it one of life' s blessings | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? | |
Do they remember the shape of my plan? |