歌曲 | Midnight Sun |
歌手 | Al Jarreau |
专辑 | Accentuate The Positive |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, | |
Warmer than the summer night | |
The clouds were like an alabaster palace | |
Rising to a starry height. | |
Each star its own aurora borealis | |
Suddenly you held me tight, | |
I could see the Midnight Sun. | |
I can't explain the silver rain that found me— | |
Or was that a moonlight veil? | |
The music of the universe around me, | |
Or was that a nightingale? | |
And then your arms miraculously found | |
Me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
I could see the Midnight Sun | |
Midnight Sun | |
Was there such a night, | |
It's a thrill I still don't quite believe, | |
And yet when you were gone, | |
There was still some stardust on | |
My sleeve. | |
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, | |
And the stars forget to shine, | |
Or I may see the meadow in December, | |
Icy white and crystalline. | |
But oh my darling always I'll remember | |
When your lips were close to mine, | |
I saw the Midnight Sun. |
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, | |
Warmer than the summer night | |
The clouds were like an alabaster palace | |
Rising to a starry height. | |
Each star its own aurora borealis | |
Suddenly you held me tight, | |
I could see the Midnight Sun. | |
I can' t explain the silver rain that found me | |
Or was that a moonlight veil? | |
The music of the universe around me, | |
Or was that a nightingale? | |
And then your arms miraculously found | |
Me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
I could see the Midnight Sun | |
Midnight Sun | |
Was there such a night, | |
It' s a thrill I still don' t quite believe, | |
And yet when you were gone, | |
There was still some stardust on | |
My sleeve. | |
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, | |
And the stars forget to shine, | |
Or I may see the meadow in December, | |
Icy white and crystalline. | |
But oh my darling always I' ll remember | |
When your lips were close to mine, | |
I saw the Midnight Sun. |
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, | |
Warmer than the summer night | |
The clouds were like an alabaster palace | |
Rising to a starry height. | |
Each star its own aurora borealis | |
Suddenly you held me tight, | |
I could see the Midnight Sun. | |
I can' t explain the silver rain that found me | |
Or was that a moonlight veil? | |
The music of the universe around me, | |
Or was that a nightingale? | |
And then your arms miraculously found | |
Me, suddenly the sky turned pale, | |
I could see the Midnight Sun | |
Midnight Sun | |
Was there such a night, | |
It' s a thrill I still don' t quite believe, | |
And yet when you were gone, | |
There was still some stardust on | |
My sleeve. | |
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember, | |
And the stars forget to shine, | |
Or I may see the meadow in December, | |
Icy white and crystalline. | |
But oh my darling always I' ll remember | |
When your lips were close to mine, | |
I saw the Midnight Sun. |