歌曲 | Too Late for Tonight |
歌手 | Laura Cantrell |
专辑 | When The Roses Bloom Again |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cantrell, MacDonald | |
I've been sittin' all night, | |
Listenin' to my records, | |
Makin' up my mind. | |
I'd call you up, | |
But I'm never on time, | |
And it's too late for tonight. | |
If you weren't so far away, | |
I'd just ring you up: | |
Got a lot to say. | |
But the city sky, | |
Soon will see it's first light. | |
And it's too late for tonight. | |
You brought me home one night and left me, | |
Standing on your stairs. | |
Turned around to lock your door, | |
But I wasn't even there. | |
That was a long time ago, | |
I'm thinkin', laughing: | |
An' I miss you so. | |
An' I'm all right, | |
But I can't close my eyes, | |
An' it's too late for tonight. | |
The hours are long and quiet, | |
An' it's drifting through my mind. | |
Some sweet, sultry night, | |
You'll be by my side. | |
I can see the sky so clearly now, | |
The silver an' fiery moon. | |
Oh, the record player humming so dearly, | |
In the other room. | |
Was it BJ, 1972? | |
He's wishin', he's hopin', | |
And he's feelin' blue. | |
An' I'm floating, | |
On a sweet lullaby, | |
An' it's too late for tonight. | |
Oh, goodnight, my dear, goodnight. |
zuo qu : Cantrell, MacDonald | |
I' ve been sittin' all night, | |
Listenin' to my records, | |
Makin' up my mind. | |
I' d call you up, | |
But I' m never on time, | |
And it' s too late for tonight. | |
If you weren' t so far away, | |
I' d just ring you up: | |
Got a lot to say. | |
But the city sky, | |
Soon will see it' s first light. | |
And it' s too late for tonight. | |
You brought me home one night and left me, | |
Standing on your stairs. | |
Turned around to lock your door, | |
But I wasn' t even there. | |
That was a long time ago, | |
I' m thinkin', laughing: | |
An' I miss you so. | |
An' I' m all right, | |
But I can' t close my eyes, | |
An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
The hours are long and quiet, | |
An' it' s drifting through my mind. | |
Some sweet, sultry night, | |
You' ll be by my side. | |
I can see the sky so clearly now, | |
The silver an' fiery moon. | |
Oh, the record player humming so dearly, | |
In the other room. | |
Was it BJ, 1972? | |
He' s wishin', he' s hopin', | |
And he' s feelin' blue. | |
An' I' m floating, | |
On a sweet lullaby, | |
An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
Oh, goodnight, my dear, goodnight. |
zuò qǔ : Cantrell, MacDonald | |
I' ve been sittin' all night, | |
Listenin' to my records, | |
Makin' up my mind. | |
I' d call you up, | |
But I' m never on time, | |
And it' s too late for tonight. | |
If you weren' t so far away, | |
I' d just ring you up: | |
Got a lot to say. | |
But the city sky, | |
Soon will see it' s first light. | |
And it' s too late for tonight. | |
You brought me home one night and left me, | |
Standing on your stairs. | |
Turned around to lock your door, | |
But I wasn' t even there. | |
That was a long time ago, | |
I' m thinkin', laughing: | |
An' I miss you so. | |
An' I' m all right, | |
But I can' t close my eyes, | |
An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
The hours are long and quiet, | |
An' it' s drifting through my mind. | |
Some sweet, sultry night, | |
You' ll be by my side. | |
I can see the sky so clearly now, | |
The silver an' fiery moon. | |
Oh, the record player humming so dearly, | |
In the other room. | |
Was it BJ, 1972? | |
He' s wishin', he' s hopin', | |
And he' s feelin' blue. | |
An' I' m floating, | |
On a sweet lullaby, | |
An' it' s too late for tonight. | |
Oh, goodnight, my dear, goodnight. |