歌曲 | Memories of Old Days |
歌手 | Gentle Giant |
专辑 | The Missing Piece |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Minnear, Shulman, Shulman | |
Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed | |
All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost | |
For without his solutions and reasons for why | |
He should come up for air to the town once his by | |
So soon on his way | |
Shadows from the pathways | |
Memories of old days | |
That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind | |
As he neared the stop always a dream he would find | |
But the road that he knew could no longer be seen | |
And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed | |
With sadness today | |
Hopes of joy yesterday | |
Memories of old days | |
Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent | |
Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent | |
With sadness today | |
Hopes of joy yesterday | |
Memories of old days |
zuo ci : Minnear, Shulman, Shulman | |
Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed | |
All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost | |
For without his solutions and reasons for why | |
He should come up for air to the town once his by | |
So soon on his way | |
Shadows from the pathways | |
Memories of old days | |
That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind | |
As he neared the stop always a dream he would find | |
But the road that he knew could no longer be seen | |
And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed | |
With sadness today | |
Hopes of joy yesterday | |
Memories of old days | |
Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent | |
Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent | |
With sadness today | |
Hopes of joy yesterday | |
Memories of old days |
zuò cí : Minnear, Shulman, Shulman | |
Now the wings fell to ground as the miles they were crossed | |
All the years seemed like days as the time it was lost | |
For without his solutions and reasons for why | |
He should come up for air to the town once his by | |
So soon on his way | |
Shadows from the pathways | |
Memories of old days | |
That the journey was long many thoughts filled his mind | |
As he neared the stop always a dream he would find | |
But the road that he knew could no longer be seen | |
And the city lights flickered where lake waters gleamed | |
With sadness today | |
Hopes of joy yesterday | |
Memories of old days | |
Sky and the trees of his youthful time spent | |
Only smoke, only paper. No colour or scent | |
With sadness today | |
Hopes of joy yesterday | |
Memories of old days |