歌曲 | Burnt Letters |
歌手 | Old Silver Key |
专辑 | Tales of Wanderings |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Behind your window the town is falling asleep. | |
My path is ed with stars in a pre-dawn sky... | |
Your room is flooded with spring morning sunlight | |
My steps are hidden by December snowstorm | |
With an old white feather, drowned in raindrops | |
I write you letters on October leaves. | |
The winds will retell them to you in dreams | |
and spring will weave into your hair the song of May |