歌曲 | The Troubadour |
歌手 | A.C. Newman |
专辑 | Shut Down the Streets |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
You walk the broken stones alone, | |
Sunlight calculates its form, | |
Some quick shadow you didn’t want, | |
Ideas spinning in your arms. | |
Could it be we won | |
And all the various wraps of promise have been verged | |
The troubadour is here, you heard, | |
The youngest son alive, it’s first, | |
About to learn, about to burst. | |
I’m still turning from the worst. | |
Going right to your flight, | |
It was too late one night, | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
Too late to be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Or you couldn’t know that you’ve been there before. | |
The trap being reckless since he failed, | |
Hold lock gold a certain trail, | |
The lesson’s taken all away, | |
Been all and counting what you may. | |
And there’s nothing left been paid, | |
A kid is gone, a kid is gone, | |
For to one day and makes me smile, | |
It will take time along the while | |
The country in is from the old. | |
You’re flashing, growing old. | |
Going right to your flight, | |
It was too late one night, | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
Too late to be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Or you couldn’t know that you’ve been there before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
To let you be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Stop me at the door. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Stop me at the door. |
You walk the broken stones alone, | |
Sunlight calculates its form, | |
Some quick shadow you didn' t want, | |
Ideas spinning in your arms. | |
Could it be we won | |
And all the various wraps of promise have been verged | |
The troubadour is here, you heard, | |
The youngest son alive, it' s first, | |
About to learn, about to burst. | |
I' m still turning from the worst. | |
Going right to your flight, | |
It was too late one night, | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
Too late to be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Or you couldn' t know that you' ve been there before. | |
The trap being reckless since he failed, | |
Hold lock gold a certain trail, | |
The lesson' s taken all away, | |
Been all and counting what you may. | |
And there' s nothing left been paid, | |
A kid is gone, a kid is gone, | |
For to one day and makes me smile, | |
It will take time along the while | |
The country in is from the old. | |
You' re flashing, growing old. | |
Going right to your flight, | |
It was too late one night, | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
Too late to be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Or you couldn' t know that you' ve been there before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
To let you be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Stop me at the door. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Stop me at the door. |
You walk the broken stones alone, | |
Sunlight calculates its form, | |
Some quick shadow you didn' t want, | |
Ideas spinning in your arms. | |
Could it be we won | |
And all the various wraps of promise have been verged | |
The troubadour is here, you heard, | |
The youngest son alive, it' s first, | |
About to learn, about to burst. | |
I' m still turning from the worst. | |
Going right to your flight, | |
It was too late one night, | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
Too late to be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Or you couldn' t know that you' ve been there before. | |
The trap being reckless since he failed, | |
Hold lock gold a certain trail, | |
The lesson' s taken all away, | |
Been all and counting what you may. | |
And there' s nothing left been paid, | |
A kid is gone, a kid is gone, | |
For to one day and makes me smile, | |
It will take time along the while | |
The country in is from the old. | |
You' re flashing, growing old. | |
Going right to your flight, | |
It was too late one night, | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
Too late to be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Or you couldn' t know that you' ve been there before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door | |
To let you be what you were just before. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Stop me at the door. | |
Stop me at the door, stop me at the door, | |
Stop me at the door. |