歌曲 | Time Spent In Los Angeles |
歌手 | Dawes |
专辑 | Nothing Is Wrong |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
these days my friends don’t seem to know me | |
without my suitcase in my hand | |
where I am standing still | |
I seem to disappear | |
but maybe that's how I found you | |
maybe that's taugh me exactly what I want | |
maybe meeting you so far away from home | |
is what makes it all so clear | |
but you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
when people ask me where I come from | |
to see what that says about man | |
I only end up giving bad directions | |
that never lead them there at all | |
it’s something written in the head lights | |
is something swimming in my drink | |
and if I were the moon | |
it would be exactly where I fall | |
cause you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
I used to think someone would love me | |
for places I have been | |
and the dirt I have been gathering | |
deep beneath my nails | |
but now I know what I’ve been missing | |
and I’m going home to make it mine | |
and I'll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. | |
but you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] x2 | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |
these days my friends don' t seem to know me | |
without my suitcase in my hand | |
where I am standing still | |
I seem to disappear | |
but maybe that' s how I found you | |
maybe that' s taugh me exactly what I want | |
maybe meeting you so far away from home | |
is what makes it all so clear | |
but you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
when people ask me where I come from | |
to see what that says about man | |
I only end up giving bad directions | |
that never lead them there at all | |
it' s something written in the head lights | |
is something swimming in my drink | |
and if I were the moon | |
it would be exactly where I fall | |
cause you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
I used to think someone would love me | |
for places I have been | |
and the dirt I have been gathering | |
deep beneath my nails | |
but now I know what I' ve been missing | |
and I' m going home to make it mine | |
and I' ll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. | |
but you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms chorus x2 | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |
these days my friends don' t seem to know me | |
without my suitcase in my hand | |
where I am standing still | |
I seem to disappear | |
but maybe that' s how I found you | |
maybe that' s taugh me exactly what I want | |
maybe meeting you so far away from home | |
is what makes it all so clear | |
but you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
when people ask me where I come from | |
to see what that says about man | |
I only end up giving bad directions | |
that never lead them there at all | |
it' s something written in the head lights | |
is something swimming in my drink | |
and if I were the moon | |
it would be exactly where I fall | |
cause you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
I used to think someone would love me | |
for places I have been | |
and the dirt I have been gathering | |
deep beneath my nails | |
but now I know what I' ve been missing | |
and I' m going home to make it mine | |
and I' ll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. | |
but you got that special kind of sadness | |
you got that tragic set of charms chorus x2 | |
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |