歌曲 | Locate the Pieces |
歌手 | matt pond PA |
专辑 | Last Light |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
Locate the spaces in every branch | |
For the sake of the sun | |
Later flashlights make sparks in the dark | |
And we'll trace them | |
The green glow of lightning bugs in the night | |
Start the sky bending sidelong | |
The hardest part is trying to hold on | |
I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness | |
Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong. | |
The summer is spinning out of control til we're only ourselves | |
Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it | |
I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun | |
The hardest part is shoulders that move on. | |
Lately I don't know what I could want from anyone | |
I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Through all the rust colored reeds, | |
There's flashes of blueness. | |
Lately I can't recognize what's right from what is wrong. | |
And I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Through all the rust colored reeds, there's flashes of blueness. | |
While you look at me and I don't know what you see | |
Maybe through rust colored reeds, | |
There could be blueness |
zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
Locate the spaces in every branch | |
For the sake of the sun | |
Later flashlights make sparks in the dark | |
And we' ll trace them | |
The green glow of lightning bugs in the night | |
Start the sky bending sidelong | |
The hardest part is trying to hold on | |
I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness | |
Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
The summer is spinning out of control til we' re only ourselves | |
Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it | |
I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun | |
The hardest part is shoulders that move on. | |
Lately I don' t know what I could want from anyone | |
I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Through all the rust colored reeds, | |
There' s flashes of blueness. | |
Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
And I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Through all the rust colored reeds, there' s flashes of blueness. | |
While you look at me and I don' t know what you see | |
Maybe through rust colored reeds, | |
There could be blueness |
zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
Locate the spaces in every branch | |
For the sake of the sun | |
Later flashlights make sparks in the dark | |
And we' ll trace them | |
The green glow of lightning bugs in the night | |
Start the sky bending sidelong | |
The hardest part is trying to hold on | |
I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Be on the rust colored reeds, is glimpses of blueness | |
Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
The summer is spinning out of control til we' re only ourselves | |
Each season strips us down to the bone and we bare it | |
I watch your shoulders feeding the deer in the afternoon sun | |
The hardest part is shoulders that move on. | |
Lately I don' t know what I could want from anyone | |
I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Through all the rust colored reeds, | |
There' s flashes of blueness. | |
Lately I can' t recognize what' s right from what is wrong. | |
And I do believe that our hearts are received | |
Through all the rust colored reeds, there' s flashes of blueness. | |
While you look at me and I don' t know what you see | |
Maybe through rust colored reeds, | |
There could be blueness |