歌曲 | Farewell Mr. Sorrow |
歌手 | All About Eve |
专辑 | Touched by Jesus |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
Six o'clock, all the closing shops | |
And the rainbows on the pavements | |
Of a sleepy town. | |
October leaves were wept from the trees | |
In tears of grief and strange relief | |
And sympathy.... all for me. | |
Do you remember walking out | |
The day it rained forever | |
And you were wondering | |
If I held dreams of wedding rings | |
Well, farewell | |
Mr. Sorrow | |
Tomorrow is my own. | |
I believe we made a vow | |
Beside the fireside but | |
I'm sure I lied | |
When I promised you | |
That I would never want sing | |
Along with anything | |
But for the strings of your guitar | |
Here you are... | |
So this is how a | |
Judas kisses | |
Well, this is my kiss. |
zuo ci : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
Six o' clock, all the closing shops | |
And the rainbows on the pavements | |
Of a sleepy town. | |
October leaves were wept from the trees | |
In tears of grief and strange relief | |
And sympathy.... all for me. | |
Do you remember walking out | |
The day it rained forever | |
And you were wondering | |
If I held dreams of wedding rings | |
Well, farewell | |
Mr. Sorrow | |
Tomorrow is my own. | |
I believe we made a vow | |
Beside the fireside but | |
I' m sure I lied | |
When I promised you | |
That I would never want sing | |
Along with anything | |
But for the strings of your guitar | |
Here you are... | |
So this is how a | |
Judas kisses | |
Well, this is my kiss. |
zuò cí : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
Six o' clock, all the closing shops | |
And the rainbows on the pavements | |
Of a sleepy town. | |
October leaves were wept from the trees | |
In tears of grief and strange relief | |
And sympathy.... all for me. | |
Do you remember walking out | |
The day it rained forever | |
And you were wondering | |
If I held dreams of wedding rings | |
Well, farewell | |
Mr. Sorrow | |
Tomorrow is my own. | |
I believe we made a vow | |
Beside the fireside but | |
I' m sure I lied | |
When I promised you | |
That I would never want sing | |
Along with anything | |
But for the strings of your guitar | |
Here you are... | |
So this is how a | |
Judas kisses | |
Well, this is my kiss. |