歌曲 | Winter's Memory Of Summer |
歌手 | Delays |
专辑 | You See Colours |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Faster, sarah lets run, | |
From disaster, sarah come on, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
Leave behind the bruising strings, | |
That made him old before you could get hold, (and) now winters memory of summer is cold i say, | |
Faster, sarah lets run, | |
From disaster, sarah come on, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
It's a lock to a thief, | |
Now here we are with the scars on your arm, | |
But i ask you, i ask you, | |
Don't you think that we've found l.o.v.e.? | |
So don't lose it for me, we've got l.o.v.e.? | |
No, don't lose it, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
Leave behind the failing trees, | |
That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold, | |
Until winters memory of summer was cold, | |
Believe me, believe me, | |
We'll run again, run again, run again, | |
Night, all night, all night, | |
Oh i can hardly wait until we get there… | |
Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming, | |
No i can hardly wait until we get there… | |
And see my favourite face awake in summer. |
Faster, sarah lets run, | |
From disaster, sarah come on, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
Leave behind the bruising strings, | |
That made him old before you could get hold, and now winters memory of summer is cold i say, | |
Faster, sarah lets run, | |
From disaster, sarah come on, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
It' s a lock to a thief, | |
Now here we are with the scars on your arm, | |
But i ask you, i ask you, | |
Don' t you think that we' ve found l. o. v. e.? | |
So don' t lose it for me, we' ve got l. o. v. e.? | |
No, don' t lose it, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
Leave behind the failing trees, | |
That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold, | |
Until winters memory of summer was cold, | |
Believe me, believe me, | |
We' ll run again, run again, run again, | |
Night, all night, all night, | |
Oh i can hardly wait until we get there | |
Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming, | |
No i can hardly wait until we get there | |
And see my favourite face awake in summer. |
Faster, sarah lets run, | |
From disaster, sarah come on, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
Leave behind the bruising strings, | |
That made him old before you could get hold, and now winters memory of summer is cold i say, | |
Faster, sarah lets run, | |
From disaster, sarah come on, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
It' s a lock to a thief, | |
Now here we are with the scars on your arm, | |
But i ask you, i ask you, | |
Don' t you think that we' ve found l. o. v. e.? | |
So don' t lose it for me, we' ve got l. o. v. e.? | |
No, don' t lose it, | |
And take your heart from your sleeve, | |
Leave behind the failing trees, | |
That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold, | |
Until winters memory of summer was cold, | |
Believe me, believe me, | |
We' ll run again, run again, run again, | |
Night, all night, all night, | |
Oh i can hardly wait until we get there | |
Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming, | |
No i can hardly wait until we get there | |
And see my favourite face awake in summer. |