歌曲 | Bombay Cafe |
歌手 | Sarah Fimm |
专辑 | Cocooned |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Café, when | |
I found out love ain't enough. | |
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, "girl he ain't gonna show up." | |
And I stood there a mess and uncertain, ' | |
Till he walked through the break in the curtain. | |
I said, "I knew you would come." | |
He said, "I can't love anyone. Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you." | |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain, | |
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins. | |
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow. | |
But that's how everything goes. | |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Café, most other things | |
I can't recall, | |
And I can't recall just how | |
I got here today, | |
Standing right over your grave. | |
He said, "I knew you would come." | |
I said, "I can't love anyone." | |
Cause I remember that day at the | |
Bombay Café, | |
And there can't be another one. |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Cafe, when | |
I found out love ain' t enough. | |
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, " girl he ain' t gonna show up." | |
And I stood there a mess and uncertain, ' | |
Till he walked through the break in the curtain. | |
I said, " I knew you would come." | |
He said, " I can' t love anyone. Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you." | |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Cafe my hair getting soaked by the rain, | |
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins. | |
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow. | |
But that' s how everything goes. | |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Cafe, most other things | |
I can' t recall, | |
And I can' t recall just how | |
I got here today, | |
Standing right over your grave. | |
He said, " I knew you would come." | |
I said, " I can' t love anyone." | |
Cause I remember that day at the | |
Bombay Cafe, | |
And there can' t be another one. |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Café, when | |
I found out love ain' t enough. | |
An old man at the bar tossing dreams into jars, said, " girl he ain' t gonna show up." | |
And I stood there a mess and uncertain, ' | |
Till he walked through the break in the curtain. | |
I said, " I knew you would come." | |
He said, " I can' t love anyone. Everything I am, and everything I do, just pulls me back to you." | |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Café my hair getting soaked by the rain, | |
And your hand held my own till a river of stone pulled them apart at the veins. | |
But we fought it, you know, like the wind fights the snow. | |
But that' s how everything goes. | |
I remember our day at the | |
Bombay Café, most other things | |
I can' t recall, | |
And I can' t recall just how | |
I got here today, | |
Standing right over your grave. | |
He said, " I knew you would come." | |
I said, " I can' t love anyone." | |
Cause I remember that day at the | |
Bombay Café, | |
And there can' t be another one. |