歌曲 | You Only Cross My Mind In Winter |
歌手 | Sting |
专辑 | If On A Winter's Night |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : J.S. Bach | |
作词 : Sting | |
Always this winter child, | |
December's sun sits low against the sky | |
Cold light on frozen fields, | |
The cattle in their stable lowing. | |
When two walked this winter road, | |
Ten thousand miles seemed nothing to us then, | |
Now one walks with heavy tread | |
The space between their footsteps slowing | |
All day the snow did fall, | |
What's left of the day is close drawn in, | |
I speak your name as if you'd answer me, | |
But the silence of the snow is deafening | |
How well do | |
I recall our arguments, | |
Our logic owed no debts or recompense, | |
Philosophy and faith were ghosts | |
That we would chase until | |
The gates of heaven were broken | |
But something makes me turn, | |
I don't know, | |
To see another's footsteps there in the snow, | |
I smile to myself and then | |
I wonder why it is | |
You only cross my mind in winter |
zuo qu : J. S. Bach | |
zuo ci : Sting | |
Always this winter child, | |
December' s sun sits low against the sky | |
Cold light on frozen fields, | |
The cattle in their stable lowing. | |
When two walked this winter road, | |
Ten thousand miles seemed nothing to us then, | |
Now one walks with heavy tread | |
The space between their footsteps slowing | |
All day the snow did fall, | |
What' s left of the day is close drawn in, | |
I speak your name as if you' d answer me, | |
But the silence of the snow is deafening | |
How well do | |
I recall our arguments, | |
Our logic owed no debts or recompense, | |
Philosophy and faith were ghosts | |
That we would chase until | |
The gates of heaven were broken | |
But something makes me turn, | |
I don' t know, | |
To see another' s footsteps there in the snow, | |
I smile to myself and then | |
I wonder why it is | |
You only cross my mind in winter |
zuò qǔ : J. S. Bach | |
zuò cí : Sting | |
Always this winter child, | |
December' s sun sits low against the sky | |
Cold light on frozen fields, | |
The cattle in their stable lowing. | |
When two walked this winter road, | |
Ten thousand miles seemed nothing to us then, | |
Now one walks with heavy tread | |
The space between their footsteps slowing | |
All day the snow did fall, | |
What' s left of the day is close drawn in, | |
I speak your name as if you' d answer me, | |
But the silence of the snow is deafening | |
How well do | |
I recall our arguments, | |
Our logic owed no debts or recompense, | |
Philosophy and faith were ghosts | |
That we would chase until | |
The gates of heaven were broken | |
But something makes me turn, | |
I don' t know, | |
To see another' s footsteps there in the snow, | |
I smile to myself and then | |
I wonder why it is | |
You only cross my mind in winter |