歌曲 | Close (KC Two) |
歌手 | matt pond PA |
专辑 | Emblems |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
the braid from your hair | |
rested on your shoulder | |
shown in the green light | |
from the panel of instruments | |
the hairs looked like threads | |
woven and were perfect | |
shaking when you spoke | |
and the voice near perfect too | |
the darkness killed all doubt | |
not more than an hour | |
and mostly simple words | |
straightened out the corners | |
and for a short time filled the seams | |
so no light could break in | |
without all the lows | |
there’s no way to describe | |
contrast the last of night | |
of jackson and canada | |
if we didn’t lie | |
how could you believe | |
the closeness in between | |
the dawn and blue half-light | |
so little in between | |
re-enactors reconsider please | |
the chance to someday let you down | |
good as any that you’ve heard of | |
at night on your a.m. radio | |
when the car doors closed | |
eyes were all too tired | |
there’s nothing left to see | |
there’s nothing in between |
zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
the braid from your hair | |
rested on your shoulder | |
shown in the green light | |
from the panel of instruments | |
the hairs looked like threads | |
woven and were perfect | |
shaking when you spoke | |
and the voice near perfect too | |
the darkness killed all doubt | |
not more than an hour | |
and mostly simple words | |
straightened out the corners | |
and for a short time filled the seams | |
so no light could break in | |
without all the lows | |
there' s no way to describe | |
contrast the last of night | |
of jackson and canada | |
if we didn' t lie | |
how could you believe | |
the closeness in between | |
the dawn and blue halflight | |
so little in between | |
reenactors reconsider please | |
the chance to someday let you down | |
good as any that you' ve heard of | |
at night on your a. m. radio | |
when the car doors closed | |
eyes were all too tired | |
there' s nothing left to see | |
there' s nothing in between |
zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
the braid from your hair | |
rested on your shoulder | |
shown in the green light | |
from the panel of instruments | |
the hairs looked like threads | |
woven and were perfect | |
shaking when you spoke | |
and the voice near perfect too | |
the darkness killed all doubt | |
not more than an hour | |
and mostly simple words | |
straightened out the corners | |
and for a short time filled the seams | |
so no light could break in | |
without all the lows | |
there' s no way to describe | |
contrast the last of night | |
of jackson and canada | |
if we didn' t lie | |
how could you believe | |
the closeness in between | |
the dawn and blue halflight | |
so little in between | |
reenactors reconsider please | |
the chance to someday let you down | |
good as any that you' ve heard of | |
at night on your a. m. radio | |
when the car doors closed | |
eyes were all too tired | |
there' s nothing left to see | |
there' s nothing in between |