歌曲 | Smaller |
歌手 | Alison Moyet |
专辑 | The Turn |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Glenister, Moyet | |
Gone, simple days, single ways to run | |
Tripping over the rubble of new roads begun | |
And I'd follow you then, like a dog at your heel | |
Wishing only to borrow the freedoms you'd steal | |
I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
Scarlet finery | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
How is the truth so distracted | |
When love sports its favors like medals? | |
And takes well enough | |
You gave to me selflessly, sinew and bone | |
Grown bigger than you who yet carries me home | |
Hair still black and your back is steel | |
With your every word tasted | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
I used to dance to the drum in your chest | |
My feet on your feet, my head at your breast | |
You gave me a tune and | |
I carry it still | |
And I promise my darling, that | |
I ever will | |
I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
Scarlet finery | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
And I can't look at you now |
zuo ci : Glenister, Moyet | |
Gone, simple days, single ways to run | |
Tripping over the rubble of new roads begun | |
And I' d follow you then, like a dog at your heel | |
Wishing only to borrow the freedoms you' d steal | |
I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
Scarlet finery | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
How is the truth so distracted | |
When love sports its favors like medals? | |
And takes well enough | |
You gave to me selflessly, sinew and bone | |
Grown bigger than you who yet carries me home | |
Hair still black and your back is steel | |
With your every word tasted | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
I used to dance to the drum in your chest | |
My feet on your feet, my head at your breast | |
You gave me a tune and | |
I carry it still | |
And I promise my darling, that | |
I ever will | |
I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
Scarlet finery | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
And I can' t look at you now |
zuò cí : Glenister, Moyet | |
Gone, simple days, single ways to run | |
Tripping over the rubble of new roads begun | |
And I' d follow you then, like a dog at your heel | |
Wishing only to borrow the freedoms you' d steal | |
I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
Scarlet finery | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
How is the truth so distracted | |
When love sports its favors like medals? | |
And takes well enough | |
You gave to me selflessly, sinew and bone | |
Grown bigger than you who yet carries me home | |
Hair still black and your back is steel | |
With your every word tasted | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
I used to dance to the drum in your chest | |
My feet on your feet, my head at your breast | |
You gave me a tune and | |
I carry it still | |
And I promise my darling, that | |
I ever will | |
I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
Scarlet finery | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
Oh, just look at you now | |
And I can' t look at you now |