歌曲 | Pre-Berlin |
歌手 | A Balladeer |
专辑 | Panama |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
just a perfect day (for this time of year) | |
we're making away with right in the rear | |
an Indian Summer sun, red | |
Berlin ahead | |
the sky so pretty through the open roof | |
and I so witty - your laughter, my proof | |
all your glee | |
through your hand on my knee | |
the memory's alive tonight | |
the driver's seat feels quite alright | |
and I don't know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
the lamppost lights are a canopy of stars | |
but you on my right you light up the car | |
the road and me | |
your hand on my knee | |
more on than off it distracts my pedal foot | |
as we fall in love with Parachutes | |
yeah, we do – | |
yeah, we do | |
the memory's alive tonight | |
the driver's seat feels quite alright | |
and I don't know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
I am aware and sad somehow | |
this is here, this is now | |
how I love to be in this state we're in | |
right before we take Berlin | |
before we take Berlin | |
we’re moving too fast | |
let’s take another five | |
I’d just like it to last | |
this six hour drive | |
a few hours more | |
snacks and gas galore | |
the memory's alive tonight | |
the driver's seat feels quite alright | |
and I don't know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
I am aware and sad somehow | |
this is here, this is now | |
how I love to be in this state we're in | |
right before we take Berlin | |
don't tell me you don't feel this, too |
just a perfect day for this time of year | |
we' re making away with right in the rear | |
an Indian Summer sun, red | |
Berlin ahead | |
the sky so pretty through the open roof | |
and I so witty your laughter, my proof | |
all your glee | |
through your hand on my knee | |
the memory' s alive tonight | |
the driver' s seat feels quite alright | |
and I don' t know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
the lamppost lights are a canopy of stars | |
but you on my right you light up the car | |
the road and me | |
your hand on my knee | |
more on than off it distracts my pedal foot | |
as we fall in love with Parachutes | |
yeah, we do | |
yeah, we do | |
the memory' s alive tonight | |
the driver' s seat feels quite alright | |
and I don' t know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
I am aware and sad somehow | |
this is here, this is now | |
how I love to be in this state we' re in | |
right before we take Berlin | |
before we take Berlin | |
we' re moving too fast | |
let' s take another five | |
I' d just like it to last | |
this six hour drive | |
a few hours more | |
snacks and gas galore | |
the memory' s alive tonight | |
the driver' s seat feels quite alright | |
and I don' t know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
I am aware and sad somehow | |
this is here, this is now | |
how I love to be in this state we' re in | |
right before we take Berlin | |
don' t tell me you don' t feel this, too |
just a perfect day for this time of year | |
we' re making away with right in the rear | |
an Indian Summer sun, red | |
Berlin ahead | |
the sky so pretty through the open roof | |
and I so witty your laughter, my proof | |
all your glee | |
through your hand on my knee | |
the memory' s alive tonight | |
the driver' s seat feels quite alright | |
and I don' t know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
the lamppost lights are a canopy of stars | |
but you on my right you light up the car | |
the road and me | |
your hand on my knee | |
more on than off it distracts my pedal foot | |
as we fall in love with Parachutes | |
yeah, we do | |
yeah, we do | |
the memory' s alive tonight | |
the driver' s seat feels quite alright | |
and I don' t know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
I am aware and sad somehow | |
this is here, this is now | |
how I love to be in this state we' re in | |
right before we take Berlin | |
before we take Berlin | |
we' re moving too fast | |
let' s take another five | |
I' d just like it to last | |
this six hour drive | |
a few hours more | |
snacks and gas galore | |
the memory' s alive tonight | |
the driver' s seat feels quite alright | |
and I don' t know what it is | |
but I think I could get used to this | |
I am aware and sad somehow | |
this is here, this is now | |
how I love to be in this state we' re in | |
right before we take Berlin | |
don' t tell me you don' t feel this, too |