歌曲 | Broken English |
歌手 | Big Big Train |
专辑 | Bard |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The boy Harry was the brightest thing | |
you’d ever hope to see. | |
May looked young enough | |
to be his baby sister on the beach. | |
He was Ptolemy’s Earth to her. | |
For a while they knew how it might be | |
to conquer all the world. | |
Then they grew old, | |
growing tired and tongue-tied, | |
he stopped coming home. | |
She had no-one to call her own. | |
She waited for a moment. | |
Their first baby only fell asleep | |
under the moving trees. | |
He was Ptolemy’s Earth to her. | |
Harry gave her too many faces, | |
too many dark places. | |
She gave him a boy that was his | |
and a boy that was not his. | |
Weary now and wearing out | |
they tore each other’s heart out, | |
they ripped each other apart. | |
Say he’d waited there for a moment | |
then pushed him back to the sea. | |
They sold up and moved on | |
Sunday morning father | |
made of stone. | |
Alexander stopped here. |
The boy Harry was the brightest thing | |
you' d ever hope to see. | |
May looked young enough | |
to be his baby sister on the beach. | |
He was Ptolemy' s Earth to her. | |
For a while they knew how it might be | |
to conquer all the world. | |
Then they grew old, | |
growing tired and tonguetied, | |
he stopped coming home. | |
She had noone to call her own. | |
She waited for a moment. | |
Their first baby only fell asleep | |
under the moving trees. | |
He was Ptolemy' s Earth to her. | |
Harry gave her too many faces, | |
too many dark places. | |
She gave him a boy that was his | |
and a boy that was not his. | |
Weary now and wearing out | |
they tore each other' s heart out, | |
they ripped each other apart. | |
Say he' d waited there for a moment | |
then pushed him back to the sea. | |
They sold up and moved on | |
Sunday morning father | |
made of stone. | |
Alexander stopped here. |
The boy Harry was the brightest thing | |
you' d ever hope to see. | |
May looked young enough | |
to be his baby sister on the beach. | |
He was Ptolemy' s Earth to her. | |
For a while they knew how it might be | |
to conquer all the world. | |
Then they grew old, | |
growing tired and tonguetied, | |
he stopped coming home. | |
She had noone to call her own. | |
She waited for a moment. | |
Their first baby only fell asleep | |
under the moving trees. | |
He was Ptolemy' s Earth to her. | |
Harry gave her too many faces, | |
too many dark places. | |
She gave him a boy that was his | |
and a boy that was not his. | |
Weary now and wearing out | |
they tore each other' s heart out, | |
they ripped each other apart. | |
Say he' d waited there for a moment | |
then pushed him back to the sea. | |
They sold up and moved on | |
Sunday morning father | |
made of stone. | |
Alexander stopped here. |