歌曲 | Goodbye Letters |
歌手 | Terra Naomi |
专辑 | Virtually |
Feels like clouds today | |
The sky is gray | |
The sun been hiding for a while | |
People walk by the window of his car | |
Look in, lock eyes | |
Betray their thoughts with a smile | |
‘Cause you know your gaze is cold and distant | |
Your stare could chill in an instant | |
This January air | |
But why refuse an old friend’s offer | |
For a warm ride in a car | |
From here to there | |
He’s inside in a store up the street and you wait in the car with too much time to think | |
Your brain is playing movies of past, present, and future, | |
You made up your mind, you know what you need to do here | |
Aching for freedom and peace you chose your path | |
Crafting the life you someday hoped would come together as a work of art | |
Now it remains | |
Unfinished abstract images | |
On bits of canvas | |
Scattered round your heart | |
You had some laughs while they lasted | |
Some joy before you cast it down | |
Fleeting moments, like bubbles that float through the air | |
Then pop when they hit the ground | |
And now you’re tired of bubbles and dreams | |
And magical moments that burst at the seams | |
And old faces that swear you remain friends | |
All the while knowing no one really knows you in the end | |
And now you’re writing goodbye letters | |
On the armrest of the backseat of a stranger’s car, | |
You’re writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger’s car | |
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye… |
Feels like clouds today | |
The sky is gray | |
The sun been hiding for a while | |
People walk by the window of his car | |
Look in, lock eyes | |
Betray their thoughts with a smile | |
' Cause you know your gaze is cold and distant | |
Your stare could chill in an instant | |
This January air | |
But why refuse an old friend' s offer | |
For a warm ride in a car | |
From here to there | |
He' s inside in a store up the street and you wait in the car with too much time to think | |
Your brain is playing movies of past, present, and future, | |
You made up your mind, you know what you need to do here | |
Aching for freedom and peace you chose your path | |
Crafting the life you someday hoped would come together as a work of art | |
Now it remains | |
Unfinished abstract images | |
On bits of canvas | |
Scattered round your heart | |
You had some laughs while they lasted | |
Some joy before you cast it down | |
Fleeting moments, like bubbles that float through the air | |
Then pop when they hit the ground | |
And now you' re tired of bubbles and dreams | |
And magical moments that burst at the seams | |
And old faces that swear you remain friends | |
All the while knowing no one really knows you in the end | |
And now you' re writing goodbye letters | |
On the armrest of the backseat of a stranger' s car, | |
You' re writing goodbye letters on the armrest of the backseat of a stranger' s car | |
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |