The Oaks on Prince St. 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Oaks on Prince St. |
| 歌手 | Houston Calls |
| 专辑 | The End Of An Error |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Houston Calls | |
| Stand beside me | |
| Tell me you don't really know | |
| Smile politely | |
| through your indifferent glare | |
| See a sure sign | |
| A clear night pierced by a cloud | |
| in the skyline | |
| Gun smoke suspended in air | |
| What did I miss | |
| It seemed like fate was on our side | |
| from the first kiss | |
| When we both knew this would last | |
| Her voice fades away like FM stations in the outskirts | |
| We're twisting at the dial as white noise to our remains | |
| Well it's a war cry | |
| My darlin' don't confuse love | |
| with a good time | |
| then we could both walk away | |
| And even as the story piece by piece is torn asunder | |
| And even as this house we built so strong burns all around | |
| It seems that all we do is run away to dream and wonder | |
| But don't forget the oaks on Prince street never fell to ground... | |
| Stuff rewinds to | |
| the moment inside you | |
| Stop caring like I do | |
| Don't try to devalue | |
| the times that still feel true | |
| The rest you can lie through | |
| Stuff rewinds to | |
| (One good house with the broken windows) | |
| the moment inside you | |
| (See it chip every time the wind blows) | |
| Stop caring like I do | |
| (right behind...) | |
| Don't try to devalue | |
| (And all that's left are the smoke and ashes) | |
| the times that still feel true | |
| (And you remember how bad the crash is) | |
| The rest you can lie through | |
| (Good emotion) | |
| A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an ashtray | |
| It's the only thing left I have of you to throw away | |
| If this was really fate then it's not "if" but rather "when" | |
| And all that I have left to do is save these reminders | |
| Until I see you then... | |
| So I implore | |
| Ignore my hostile demeanor | |
| You mean more | |
| than I would care to admit |
| zuo qu : Houston Calls | |
| Stand beside me | |
| Tell me you don' t really know | |
| Smile politely | |
| through your indifferent glare | |
| See a sure sign | |
| A clear night pierced by a cloud | |
| in the skyline | |
| Gun smoke suspended in air | |
| What did I miss | |
| It seemed like fate was on our side | |
| from the first kiss | |
| When we both knew this would last | |
| Her voice fades away like FM stations in the outskirts | |
| We' re twisting at the dial as white noise to our remains | |
| Well it' s a war cry | |
| My darlin' don' t confuse love | |
| with a good time | |
| then we could both walk away | |
| And even as the story piece by piece is torn asunder | |
| And even as this house we built so strong burns all around | |
| It seems that all we do is run away to dream and wonder | |
| But don' t forget the oaks on Prince street never fell to ground... | |
| Stuff rewinds to | |
| the moment inside you | |
| Stop caring like I do | |
| Don' t try to devalue | |
| the times that still feel true | |
| The rest you can lie through | |
| Stuff rewinds to | |
| One good house with the broken windows | |
| the moment inside you | |
| See it chip every time the wind blows | |
| Stop caring like I do | |
| right behind... | |
| Don' t try to devalue | |
| And all that' s left are the smoke and ashes | |
| the times that still feel true | |
| And you remember how bad the crash is | |
| The rest you can lie through | |
| Good emotion | |
| A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an ashtray | |
| It' s the only thing left I have of you to throw away | |
| If this was really fate then it' s not " if" but rather " when" | |
| And all that I have left to do is save these reminders | |
| Until I see you then... | |
| So I implore | |
| Ignore my hostile demeanor | |
| You mean more | |
| than I would care to admit |
| zuò qǔ : Houston Calls | |
| Stand beside me | |
| Tell me you don' t really know | |
| Smile politely | |
| through your indifferent glare | |
| See a sure sign | |
| A clear night pierced by a cloud | |
| in the skyline | |
| Gun smoke suspended in air | |
| What did I miss | |
| It seemed like fate was on our side | |
| from the first kiss | |
| When we both knew this would last | |
| Her voice fades away like FM stations in the outskirts | |
| We' re twisting at the dial as white noise to our remains | |
| Well it' s a war cry | |
| My darlin' don' t confuse love | |
| with a good time | |
| then we could both walk away | |
| And even as the story piece by piece is torn asunder | |
| And even as this house we built so strong burns all around | |
| It seems that all we do is run away to dream and wonder | |
| But don' t forget the oaks on Prince street never fell to ground... | |
| Stuff rewinds to | |
| the moment inside you | |
| Stop caring like I do | |
| Don' t try to devalue | |
| the times that still feel true | |
| The rest you can lie through | |
| Stuff rewinds to | |
| One good house with the broken windows | |
| the moment inside you | |
| See it chip every time the wind blows | |
| Stop caring like I do | |
| right behind... | |
| Don' t try to devalue | |
| And all that' s left are the smoke and ashes | |
| the times that still feel true | |
| And you remember how bad the crash is | |
| The rest you can lie through | |
| Good emotion | |
| A cigarette stained with lipstick sits beside an ashtray | |
| It' s the only thing left I have of you to throw away | |
| If this was really fate then it' s not " if" but rather " when" | |
| And all that I have left to do is save these reminders | |
| Until I see you then... | |
| So I implore | |
| Ignore my hostile demeanor | |
| You mean more | |
| than I would care to admit |
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