歌曲 | Waverley Steps |
歌手 | Roddy Woomble |
专辑 | My Secret is My Silence |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jones, Woomble | |
If there's no geography | |
In the things that we say | |
So words will keep us locked | |
In their old-fashioned way | |
Sure we are held together by | |
The experiences we've shared | |
But it's taken me | |
Waverly steps to get there | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
But even the light will fade away | |
I woke up from this dream I had | |
In Washington Square | |
When the sun finds its place | |
On my skin | |
And your eyes, they look down from a silent film | |
We're both breathing smoke like we're breathing air | |
But it's taken me | |
Waverly steps to get there | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
Even when the light won't fade away | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
Even if the light will fade away |
zuo qu : Jones, Woomble | |
If there' s no geography | |
In the things that we say | |
So words will keep us locked | |
In their oldfashioned way | |
Sure we are held together by | |
The experiences we' ve shared | |
But it' s taken me | |
Waverly steps to get there | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
But even the light will fade away | |
I woke up from this dream I had | |
In Washington Square | |
When the sun finds its place | |
On my skin | |
And your eyes, they look down from a silent film | |
We' re both breathing smoke like we' re breathing air | |
But it' s taken me | |
Waverly steps to get there | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
Even when the light won' t fade away | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
Even if the light will fade away |
zuò qǔ : Jones, Woomble | |
If there' s no geography | |
In the things that we say | |
So words will keep us locked | |
In their oldfashioned way | |
Sure we are held together by | |
The experiences we' ve shared | |
But it' s taken me | |
Waverly steps to get there | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
But even the light will fade away | |
I woke up from this dream I had | |
In Washington Square | |
When the sun finds its place | |
On my skin | |
And your eyes, they look down from a silent film | |
We' re both breathing smoke like we' re breathing air | |
But it' s taken me | |
Waverly steps to get there | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
Even when the light won' t fade away | |
Close the front door | |
To open the window | |
Let the light be mined away | |
At least the light is mine always | |
Even if the light will fade away |