歌曲 | Not Every Clown Can Be in the Circus |
歌手 | The Apartments |
专辑 | A Life Full of Farewells |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Peter Milton Walsh | |
作曲 : Peter Milton Walsh | |
Not Every Clown Can Be in the Circus | |
They’re gonna bury you here when the apples are in season | |
I knew the same taste and the fear for a while | |
Not everyone can write like you do | |
Not every clown can be in the circus | |
Who will remember your tunes when you're gone? | |
Once was mine, now it's yours | |
You'll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled—this is it | |
That hole in your life, who'll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
The season has come to an end, all the boats are leaving | |
The shoreline seems so far | |
Not everyone can write like you do | |
Not every clown can be in the circus | |
That kitten that purrs in your soul, you'll never drown. | |
Once was mine, now it's yours | |
You'll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled—this is it | |
That hole in your life, who'll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
Once was mine, now it's yours | |
You'll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled—this is it | |
That hole in your life, who'll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
I wanna slow everything down. I want back. | |
Who will remember your tunes? | |
I will |
zuo ci : Peter Milton Walsh | |
zuo qu : Peter Milton Walsh | |
Not Every Clown Can Be in the Circus | |
They' re gonna bury you here when the apples are in season | |
I knew the same taste and the fear for a while | |
Not everyone can write like you do | |
Not every clown can be in the circus | |
Who will remember your tunes when you' re gone? | |
Once was mine, now it' s yours | |
You' ll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled this is it | |
That hole in your life, who' ll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
The season has come to an end, all the boats are leaving | |
The shoreline seems so far | |
Not everyone can write like you do | |
Not every clown can be in the circus | |
That kitten that purrs in your soul, you' ll never drown. | |
Once was mine, now it' s yours | |
You' ll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled this is it | |
That hole in your life, who' ll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
Once was mine, now it' s yours | |
You' ll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled this is it | |
That hole in your life, who' ll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
I wanna slow everything down. I want back. | |
Who will remember your tunes? | |
I will |
zuò cí : Peter Milton Walsh | |
zuò qǔ : Peter Milton Walsh | |
Not Every Clown Can Be in the Circus | |
They' re gonna bury you here when the apples are in season | |
I knew the same taste and the fear for a while | |
Not everyone can write like you do | |
Not every clown can be in the circus | |
Who will remember your tunes when you' re gone? | |
Once was mine, now it' s yours | |
You' ll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled this is it | |
That hole in your life, who' ll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
The season has come to an end, all the boats are leaving | |
The shoreline seems so far | |
Not everyone can write like you do | |
Not every clown can be in the circus | |
That kitten that purrs in your soul, you' ll never drown. | |
Once was mine, now it' s yours | |
You' ll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled this is it | |
That hole in your life, who' ll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
Once was mine, now it' s yours | |
You' ll learn to live from door to door | |
And that road you never travelled this is it | |
That hole in your life, who' ll fix it? | |
That hope that you had, what killed it? What killed it? | |
I wanna slow everything down. I want back. | |
Who will remember your tunes? | |
I will |