歌曲 | Anglokana |
歌手 | Seachange |
专辑 | Lay of the Land |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Seachange | |
On a hillside in the meadows | |
By the old copse ring of oaks | |
They lay down there as lovers | |
But no words of love were spoke | |
They had drunken all her daddy's wine | |
Stole her mothers pills | |
The sun had burned her brittle | |
She had taken more than her fill | |
So as she lay there sleeping | |
He snapped a thick branch from a tree | |
Took it too her pretty soft head | |
Spilled her blood onto the green | |
Dragged her body through the woods | |
With his bare hands dug a grave | |
Fell down across the fresh mound | |
He was too drunk to pray | |
On a hillside in the meadows | |
By the old copse ring of oaks | |
Are the graves of two young lovers | |
Of which no more words are spoke | |
Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent | |
People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims | |
She says the naivety of the seventies meant we | |
Could take up torches and run into fields without fears | |
And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere | |
And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart? | |
There comes a point when you need something to hold onto | |
The whole free love thing only works with some people | |
Camera picks up on rude | |
Camera picks up extreme | |
Camera picks up confused | |
Camera picks up on a boy | |
If I came out to meet you | |
Maybe if I made it clear | |
Maybe if we waited a season | |
Or just another year | |
Midsummer night and the fires alight | |
Deep in the shadows – the shadows of the copse | |
And she's dancing circles around | |
Singing songs she had no right to know | |
Get home late the house is dark | |
Sun still on your skin but there's a chill in your heart | |
I should have known | |
I should have known |
zuo qu : Seachange | |
On a hillside in the meadows | |
By the old copse ring of oaks | |
They lay down there as lovers | |
But no words of love were spoke | |
They had drunken all her daddy' s wine | |
Stole her mothers pills | |
The sun had burned her brittle | |
She had taken more than her fill | |
So as she lay there sleeping | |
He snapped a thick branch from a tree | |
Took it too her pretty soft head | |
Spilled her blood onto the green | |
Dragged her body through the woods | |
With his bare hands dug a grave | |
Fell down across the fresh mound | |
He was too drunk to pray | |
On a hillside in the meadows | |
By the old copse ring of oaks | |
Are the graves of two young lovers | |
Of which no more words are spoke | |
Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent | |
People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims | |
She says the naivety of the seventies meant we | |
Could take up torches and run into fields without fears | |
And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere | |
And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart? | |
There comes a point when you need something to hold onto | |
The whole free love thing only works with some people | |
Camera picks up on rude | |
Camera picks up extreme | |
Camera picks up confused | |
Camera picks up on a boy | |
If I came out to meet you | |
Maybe if I made it clear | |
Maybe if we waited a season | |
Or just another year | |
Midsummer night and the fires alight | |
Deep in the shadows the shadows of the copse | |
And she' s dancing circles around | |
Singing songs she had no right to know | |
Get home late the house is dark | |
Sun still on your skin but there' s a chill in your heart | |
I should have known | |
I should have known |
zuò qǔ : Seachange | |
On a hillside in the meadows | |
By the old copse ring of oaks | |
They lay down there as lovers | |
But no words of love were spoke | |
They had drunken all her daddy' s wine | |
Stole her mothers pills | |
The sun had burned her brittle | |
She had taken more than her fill | |
So as she lay there sleeping | |
He snapped a thick branch from a tree | |
Took it too her pretty soft head | |
Spilled her blood onto the green | |
Dragged her body through the woods | |
With his bare hands dug a grave | |
Fell down across the fresh mound | |
He was too drunk to pray | |
On a hillside in the meadows | |
By the old copse ring of oaks | |
Are the graves of two young lovers | |
Of which no more words are spoke | |
Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent | |
People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims | |
She says the naivety of the seventies meant we | |
Could take up torches and run into fields without fears | |
And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere | |
And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart? | |
There comes a point when you need something to hold onto | |
The whole free love thing only works with some people | |
Camera picks up on rude | |
Camera picks up extreme | |
Camera picks up confused | |
Camera picks up on a boy | |
If I came out to meet you | |
Maybe if I made it clear | |
Maybe if we waited a season | |
Or just another year | |
Midsummer night and the fires alight | |
Deep in the shadows the shadows of the copse | |
And she' s dancing circles around | |
Singing songs she had no right to know | |
Get home late the house is dark | |
Sun still on your skin but there' s a chill in your heart | |
I should have known | |
I should have known |