歌曲 | Goodbye To Morning |
歌手 | Janis Ian |
专辑 | Aftertones |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ian | |
Don't sing me love songs | |
You know they make me cry | |
Don't bring me any promises | |
You've none I want to buy | |
Don't send me any letters | |
You know I never learned to read | |
Leave them on the doorstep | |
Sit back and watch me bleed | |
Bleeding for the sailors | |
Who never caught the tide | |
And the wind goes on forever | |
Tomorrow never dies | |
And I wave goodbye to morning | |
And stake my life on land | |
I was sitting on the doorstop | |
Watching Satan have his day | |
It was half past morning | |
'Fore I tore myself away | |
I've never looked beyond the mirrors | |
Of our used-to-be | |
The gilded edges shadow sketches | |
In the light of memory | |
And I found the paint by number | |
With your name across the top | |
And the room began to dance | |
To the spinning of the clock | |
And I waved goodbye to morning | |
But I left the door unlocked | |
Well, the tears flow like wine | |
And the salt makes you blind | |
So you beg a little time | |
'Cause you're choking on the vine | |
But the words begin to pour | |
And it feels just like war | |
And your face is on the floor | |
And you cannot find the door | |
And I think I found the answer | |
Where you left it on the shelf | |
But it's too late to wonder | |
If I left it there myself | |
And the room begins to rock | |
And the walls begin to steam | |
And the clock won't stop | |
And I'm living in between | |
And I wave goodbye to morning | |
And stake my life on dreams |
zuo ci : Ian | |
Don' t sing me love songs | |
You know they make me cry | |
Don' t bring me any promises | |
You' ve none I want to buy | |
Don' t send me any letters | |
You know I never learned to read | |
Leave them on the doorstep | |
Sit back and watch me bleed | |
Bleeding for the sailors | |
Who never caught the tide | |
And the wind goes on forever | |
Tomorrow never dies | |
And I wave goodbye to morning | |
And stake my life on land | |
I was sitting on the doorstop | |
Watching Satan have his day | |
It was half past morning | |
' Fore I tore myself away | |
I' ve never looked beyond the mirrors | |
Of our usedtobe | |
The gilded edges shadow sketches | |
In the light of memory | |
And I found the paint by number | |
With your name across the top | |
And the room began to dance | |
To the spinning of the clock | |
And I waved goodbye to morning | |
But I left the door unlocked | |
Well, the tears flow like wine | |
And the salt makes you blind | |
So you beg a little time | |
' Cause you' re choking on the vine | |
But the words begin to pour | |
And it feels just like war | |
And your face is on the floor | |
And you cannot find the door | |
And I think I found the answer | |
Where you left it on the shelf | |
But it' s too late to wonder | |
If I left it there myself | |
And the room begins to rock | |
And the walls begin to steam | |
And the clock won' t stop | |
And I' m living in between | |
And I wave goodbye to morning | |
And stake my life on dreams |
zuò cí : Ian | |
Don' t sing me love songs | |
You know they make me cry | |
Don' t bring me any promises | |
You' ve none I want to buy | |
Don' t send me any letters | |
You know I never learned to read | |
Leave them on the doorstep | |
Sit back and watch me bleed | |
Bleeding for the sailors | |
Who never caught the tide | |
And the wind goes on forever | |
Tomorrow never dies | |
And I wave goodbye to morning | |
And stake my life on land | |
I was sitting on the doorstop | |
Watching Satan have his day | |
It was half past morning | |
' Fore I tore myself away | |
I' ve never looked beyond the mirrors | |
Of our usedtobe | |
The gilded edges shadow sketches | |
In the light of memory | |
And I found the paint by number | |
With your name across the top | |
And the room began to dance | |
To the spinning of the clock | |
And I waved goodbye to morning | |
But I left the door unlocked | |
Well, the tears flow like wine | |
And the salt makes you blind | |
So you beg a little time | |
' Cause you' re choking on the vine | |
But the words begin to pour | |
And it feels just like war | |
And your face is on the floor | |
And you cannot find the door | |
And I think I found the answer | |
Where you left it on the shelf | |
But it' s too late to wonder | |
If I left it there myself | |
And the room begins to rock | |
And the walls begin to steam | |
And the clock won' t stop | |
And I' m living in between | |
And I wave goodbye to morning | |
And stake my life on dreams |