歌曲 | It's Never Too Late To Be Alone |
歌手 | Del Amitri |
专辑 | Twisted |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Justin Currie | |
作词 : Currie | |
Summer here is over in a million different ways | |
You look like a dream sometimes, but i don't dream these days | |
Yesterday the snow fell, by four o'clock it thawed | |
And last night making love to you, well honey, it was such a fraud | |
'cos you can find yourself a lover | |
You can find yourself a home | |
You can want no other ever | |
But it's never too late to be alone | |
So everything is settled or so we do pretend | |
From a beautiful beginning babe to a muted kind of end | |
And our separate possessions are shuffled up on shelves | |
Like our fingers lock together when we talk about ourselves | |
You can find yourself one day staring into space | |
With a suitcase waiting by the door | |
You can think you've got it made 'til it hits you in the face | |
That these are not the people you want to be before | |
Summer here is over, you can feel it in the air | |
From the down-town shells to the upland hills | |
The chill is everywhere |
zuo qu : Justin Currie | |
zuo ci : Currie | |
Summer here is over in a million different ways | |
You look like a dream sometimes, but i don' t dream these days | |
Yesterday the snow fell, by four o' clock it thawed | |
And last night making love to you, well honey, it was such a fraud | |
' cos you can find yourself a lover | |
You can find yourself a home | |
You can want no other ever | |
But it' s never too late to be alone | |
So everything is settled or so we do pretend | |
From a beautiful beginning babe to a muted kind of end | |
And our separate possessions are shuffled up on shelves | |
Like our fingers lock together when we talk about ourselves | |
You can find yourself one day staring into space | |
With a suitcase waiting by the door | |
You can think you' ve got it made ' til it hits you in the face | |
That these are not the people you want to be before | |
Summer here is over, you can feel it in the air | |
From the downtown shells to the upland hills | |
The chill is everywhere |
zuò qǔ : Justin Currie | |
zuò cí : Currie | |
Summer here is over in a million different ways | |
You look like a dream sometimes, but i don' t dream these days | |
Yesterday the snow fell, by four o' clock it thawed | |
And last night making love to you, well honey, it was such a fraud | |
' cos you can find yourself a lover | |
You can find yourself a home | |
You can want no other ever | |
But it' s never too late to be alone | |
So everything is settled or so we do pretend | |
From a beautiful beginning babe to a muted kind of end | |
And our separate possessions are shuffled up on shelves | |
Like our fingers lock together when we talk about ourselves | |
You can find yourself one day staring into space | |
With a suitcase waiting by the door | |
You can think you' ve got it made ' til it hits you in the face | |
That these are not the people you want to be before | |
Summer here is over, you can feel it in the air | |
From the downtown shells to the upland hills | |
The chill is everywhere |