歌曲 | The West Was Burning |
歌手 | Martha Scanlan |
专辑 | The West Was Burning |
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作曲 : Scanlan | |
Was the year the west was burning, | |
Iwas on a mountain sleeping | |
Iwoke up a-dreamingabout you | |
I was walking down a road of dust and bones and ash and following a burning set of tracks that led to you | |
I still see the fire in your stare | |
I still think | |
I coulda burned up there | |
Out the window there are fields of wheat in | |
Kansas thatroll out forever under ever underneath the sunif | |
I could lie there for a moment | |
Icould feel your arms around me | |
Icould feel the spinning round the spinningsun | |
Roll on through the wheat and roll on by | |
Touch of green against a deep | |
September turquoise sky(you and I) | |
When all the glory you could somehow shove insidea bottle doesn't seem to fill the empty cup insideyour soul and all the winding roads you used tofollow never seem to get you halfway where youwant to think you need to go | |
Times of trouble, times of grace and ease | |
Mama always said there'd be days like these | |
And if wishin' was a-walkinand a-thinkinwas a-talkin | |
I'd be walkin', and a-talkin'back to you | |
And if I could be a river winding down a mountain | |
Iwould twist and curl and turn and tumbledown toyou | |
Tell you stories told by mountains and tall trees | |
Tell you maybe this is one of these | |
Was the year the west was burning, | |
Iwas on a mountain sleeping | |
Iwoke up a-dreamingabout you |
zuo qu : Scanlan | |
Was the year the west was burning, | |
Iwas on a mountain sleeping | |
Iwoke up adreamingabout you | |
I was walking down a road of dust and bones and ash and following a burning set of tracks that led to you | |
I still see the fire in your stare | |
I still think | |
I coulda burned up there | |
Out the window there are fields of wheat in | |
Kansas thatroll out forever under ever underneath the sunif | |
I could lie there for a moment | |
Icould feel your arms around me | |
Icould feel the spinning round the spinningsun | |
Roll on through the wheat and roll on by | |
Touch of green against a deep | |
September turquoise sky you and I | |
When all the glory you could somehow shove insidea bottle doesn' t seem to fill the empty cup insideyour soul and all the winding roads you used tofollow never seem to get you halfway where youwant to think you need to go | |
Times of trouble, times of grace and ease | |
Mama always said there' d be days like these | |
And if wishin' was awalkinand athinkinwas atalkin | |
I' d be walkin', and atalkin' back to you | |
And if I could be a river winding down a mountain | |
Iwould twist and curl and turn and tumbledown toyou | |
Tell you stories told by mountains and tall trees | |
Tell you maybe this is one of these | |
Was the year the west was burning, | |
Iwas on a mountain sleeping | |
Iwoke up adreamingabout you |
zuò qǔ : Scanlan | |
Was the year the west was burning, | |
Iwas on a mountain sleeping | |
Iwoke up adreamingabout you | |
I was walking down a road of dust and bones and ash and following a burning set of tracks that led to you | |
I still see the fire in your stare | |
I still think | |
I coulda burned up there | |
Out the window there are fields of wheat in | |
Kansas thatroll out forever under ever underneath the sunif | |
I could lie there for a moment | |
Icould feel your arms around me | |
Icould feel the spinning round the spinningsun | |
Roll on through the wheat and roll on by | |
Touch of green against a deep | |
September turquoise sky you and I | |
When all the glory you could somehow shove insidea bottle doesn' t seem to fill the empty cup insideyour soul and all the winding roads you used tofollow never seem to get you halfway where youwant to think you need to go | |
Times of trouble, times of grace and ease | |
Mama always said there' d be days like these | |
And if wishin' was awalkinand athinkinwas atalkin | |
I' d be walkin', and atalkin' back to you | |
And if I could be a river winding down a mountain | |
Iwould twist and curl and turn and tumbledown toyou | |
Tell you stories told by mountains and tall trees | |
Tell you maybe this is one of these | |
Was the year the west was burning, | |
Iwas on a mountain sleeping | |
Iwoke up adreamingabout you |