歌曲 | Written In The Stars (Duet with Elton John) |
歌手 | LeAnn Rimes |
专辑 | Greatest Hits |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I am here to tell you we can never meet again | |
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then | |
A lifetime of not knowing where or how, or why, or when | |
You think of me, or speak of me or wonder what befell | |
The someone you once loved, so long ago, so well | |
Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by | |
You don't have to ask me and I did not reply | |
Every moment of my life from now until I die | |
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand | |
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god's experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we're given paradise but only for a day | |
Nothing can be altered, oh there is nothing to decide | |
No escape, no change of heart nor any place to hide | |
You are all I’ll ever want but this I am denied | |
Sometimes, in my darkest thoughts I wish I’d never learned | |
What it is to be in love and have that love returned | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god's experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we're given paradise but only for a day | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god's experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we're given paradise but only for a day |
I am here to tell you we can never meet again | |
Simple really, isn' t it, a word or two and then | |
A lifetime of not knowing where or how, or why, or when | |
You think of me, or speak of me or wonder what befell | |
The someone you once loved, so long ago, so well | |
Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by | |
You don' t have to ask me and I did not reply | |
Every moment of my life from now until I die | |
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand | |
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god' s experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we' re given paradise but only for a day | |
Nothing can be altered, oh there is nothing to decide | |
No escape, no change of heart nor any place to hide | |
You are all I' ll ever want but this I am denied | |
Sometimes, in my darkest thoughts I wish I' d never learned | |
What it is to be in love and have that love returned | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god' s experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we' re given paradise but only for a day | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god' s experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we' re given paradise but only for a day |
I am here to tell you we can never meet again | |
Simple really, isn' t it, a word or two and then | |
A lifetime of not knowing where or how, or why, or when | |
You think of me, or speak of me or wonder what befell | |
The someone you once loved, so long ago, so well | |
Never wonder what I feel as living shuffles by | |
You don' t have to ask me and I did not reply | |
Every moment of my life from now until I die | |
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand | |
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god' s experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we' re given paradise but only for a day | |
Nothing can be altered, oh there is nothing to decide | |
No escape, no change of heart nor any place to hide | |
You are all I' ll ever want but this I am denied | |
Sometimes, in my darkest thoughts I wish I' d never learned | |
What it is to be in love and have that love returned | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god' s experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we' re given paradise but only for a day | |
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime | |
Is that all that we are good for just a stretch of mortal time | |
Is this god' s experiment in which we have no say | |
In which we' re given paradise but only for a day |