歌曲 | Violins |
歌手 | Gordon Chambers |
专辑 | Love Stories |
作曲 : Kelly, Taylor | |
What happened to the love songs we used to hear on the radio | |
What happened to the sweet words, the jams that were oh so slow | |
Why things had to change, guess I will never know | |
But these melodies will return again I know because I . . . | |
Expect you here now any day | |
How I miss you while I wait | |
Can't accept you've gone away | |
And it hurts when violins begin to play | |
What happened to the slow dance, the mood and the candlelight | |
And the romantic things we did on Saturday night | |
I'm not giving you up, no not without a fight | |
I believe that fantasies come true if you pray with all your might | |
Expect you here now any day | |
How I miss you while I wait | |
Can't accept you've gone away | |
And it hurts when violins begin to play | |
See, somehow, someday you'll come back my way | |
And make things right | |
When I don't know but wherever you are, come home | |
And patiently I'll wait | |
Expect you here now any day | |
How I miss you while I wait | |
Can't accept you've gone away | |
And it hurts when violins begin to play |
zuò qǔ : Kelly, Taylor | |
What happened to the love songs we used to hear on the radio | |
What happened to the sweet words, the jams that were oh so slow | |
Why things had to change, guess I will never know | |
But these melodies will return again I know because I . . . | |
Expect you here now any day | |
How I miss you while I wait | |
Can' t accept you' ve gone away | |
And it hurts when violins begin to play | |
What happened to the slow dance, the mood and the candlelight | |
And the romantic things we did on Saturday night | |
I' m not giving you up, no not without a fight | |
I believe that fantasies come true if you pray with all your might | |
Expect you here now any day | |
How I miss you while I wait | |
Can' t accept you' ve gone away | |
And it hurts when violins begin to play | |
See, somehow, someday you' ll come back my way | |
And make things right | |
When I don' t know but wherever you are, come home | |
And patiently I' ll wait | |
Expect you here now any day | |
How I miss you while I wait | |
Can' t accept you' ve gone away | |
And it hurts when violins begin to play |