Byrd Joel 歌词
| 歌曲 | Byrd Joel |
| 歌手 | Red House Painters |
| 专辑 | Old Ramon |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Kozelek | |
| My baby sleeps in blue | |
| Warm and naked pale and pretty | |
| I feel the seventh wave | |
| Of the ocean in the motion | |
| I feel a brand new sickness | |
| Coming over me like a storm | |
| Used to feel so good beside her | |
| There next to her my arm around her | |
| She fell like flowers | |
| Petals where carried out on my old wind | |
| Landed down in the centre of this | |
| Lonely white grip of winter | |
| She brought these gifts of love | |
| I carried down in my pocket | |
| I set then on my shelves | |
| And on the night stand by my bed | |
| She sleeps and won't come back again | |
| From pretty dreams that keep her | |
| My baby won't back again | |
| I feel so lost without her | |
| I hear your magic voice on the | |
| Analogue of this machine | |
| I hear the smoothest talk of the | |
| Coolest transparent star field | |
| Will there be any danger if | |
| Our talk is under this roof? | |
| And can you know a stranger | |
| So quickly under this moon? | |
| So go away come back again | |
| I'll shut you out I'll pull you in | |
| Don't go away come back again | |
| I feel so lost | |
| She sleeps in royal blue | |
| And the room down past the big dry desert | |
| The sense of music there | |
| And hope reaches you | |
| And gets you past the motions of | |
| Goodbyes .... (???) | |
| And pulls the deepest winter out of this | |
| Lonely white crippled winter | |
| She sleeps and won't come back again | |
| From pretty dreams that keep her | |
| My baby won't come back again | |
| I am so lost without her | |
| So go away come back again | |
| I shut you out I pull you in | |
| Don't go away, come back again | |
| I feel so lost |
| zuo ci : Kozelek | |
| My baby sleeps in blue | |
| Warm and naked pale and pretty | |
| I feel the seventh wave | |
| Of the ocean in the motion | |
| I feel a brand new sickness | |
| Coming over me like a storm | |
| Used to feel so good beside her | |
| There next to her my arm around her | |
| She fell like flowers | |
| Petals where carried out on my old wind | |
| Landed down in the centre of this | |
| Lonely white grip of winter | |
| She brought these gifts of love | |
| I carried down in my pocket | |
| I set then on my shelves | |
| And on the night stand by my bed | |
| She sleeps and won' t come back again | |
| From pretty dreams that keep her | |
| My baby won' t back again | |
| I feel so lost without her | |
| I hear your magic voice on the | |
| Analogue of this machine | |
| I hear the smoothest talk of the | |
| Coolest transparent star field | |
| Will there be any danger if | |
| Our talk is under this roof? | |
| And can you know a stranger | |
| So quickly under this moon? | |
| So go away come back again | |
| I' ll shut you out I' ll pull you in | |
| Don' t go away come back again | |
| I feel so lost | |
| She sleeps in royal blue | |
| And the room down past the big dry desert | |
| The sense of music there | |
| And hope reaches you | |
| And gets you past the motions of | |
| Goodbyes .... ??? | |
| And pulls the deepest winter out of this | |
| Lonely white crippled winter | |
| She sleeps and won' t come back again | |
| From pretty dreams that keep her | |
| My baby won' t come back again | |
| I am so lost without her | |
| So go away come back again | |
| I shut you out I pull you in | |
| Don' t go away, come back again | |
| I feel so lost |
| zuò cí : Kozelek | |
| My baby sleeps in blue | |
| Warm and naked pale and pretty | |
| I feel the seventh wave | |
| Of the ocean in the motion | |
| I feel a brand new sickness | |
| Coming over me like a storm | |
| Used to feel so good beside her | |
| There next to her my arm around her | |
| She fell like flowers | |
| Petals where carried out on my old wind | |
| Landed down in the centre of this | |
| Lonely white grip of winter | |
| She brought these gifts of love | |
| I carried down in my pocket | |
| I set then on my shelves | |
| And on the night stand by my bed | |
| She sleeps and won' t come back again | |
| From pretty dreams that keep her | |
| My baby won' t back again | |
| I feel so lost without her | |
| I hear your magic voice on the | |
| Analogue of this machine | |
| I hear the smoothest talk of the | |
| Coolest transparent star field | |
| Will there be any danger if | |
| Our talk is under this roof? | |
| And can you know a stranger | |
| So quickly under this moon? | |
| So go away come back again | |
| I' ll shut you out I' ll pull you in | |
| Don' t go away come back again | |
| I feel so lost | |
| She sleeps in royal blue | |
| And the room down past the big dry desert | |
| The sense of music there | |
| And hope reaches you | |
| And gets you past the motions of | |
| Goodbyes .... ??? | |
| And pulls the deepest winter out of this | |
| Lonely white crippled winter | |
| She sleeps and won' t come back again | |
| From pretty dreams that keep her | |
| My baby won' t come back again | |
| I am so lost without her | |
| So go away come back again | |
| I shut you out I pull you in | |
| Don' t go away, come back again | |
| I feel so lost |
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