歌曲 | Lost Verses - normal |
歌手 | Sun Kil Moon |
专辑 | April |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kozelek | |
I came out from under her warm sheets | |
Into the brisk late October | |
If only for one last hope | |
I wanted my time with you to be over | |
I'm staring up into the sky | |
While all the rain is pouring down | |
I'm reaching out for your help | |
But evil beings hold me backwards | |
All shapes and shadows move in and out | |
And hover around my head | |
Voices arrive and disappear | |
I want to talk to them | |
Darkness disintegrates, I'm rising | |
I'm rising toward a light | |
A light leading over hills and meadows | |
I've risen up from the dead | |
With the burning leaves of autumn | |
If only for one last chance | |
That all of whom have been defeated | |
To put on my father's wool coat | |
To smell my mother's fragrances and perfumes | |
To find my young brothers and sisters | |
To never leave or let them go | |
Houses adorned so beautifully | |
The Marin headlands song | |
Lost verses well up my eyes and ears | |
The lone mandolin strums | |
On Tamalpais warm spring | |
The many places we | |
Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows | |
I see you well and clear | |
Deep in the moonlight, dear | |
Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise | |
They are the light that guides, and these lost verses | |
I came up from under the ocean | |
Evaporated sea salt water | |
A mist above the skyline | |
I haunt the streets of San Francisco | |
Watch over loved ones and old friends | |
I see them through their living room windows | |
Shaken by fear and worries | |
I want them to know how I love them so | |
Foghorns would sound in waking | |
Is it my voice you hear? | |
Footsteps are moving across the floor | |
And you know I'm here | |
The afternoon carries up from the hills | |
And you are well and near | |
To fall into the light I follow | |
I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear | |
And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain | |
Soon finding a place | |
In these lost verses | |
They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away | |
That steal our time | |
They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights | |
On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |
zuo qu : Kozelek | |
I came out from under her warm sheets | |
Into the brisk late October | |
If only for one last hope | |
I wanted my time with you to be over | |
I' m staring up into the sky | |
While all the rain is pouring down | |
I' m reaching out for your help | |
But evil beings hold me backwards | |
All shapes and shadows move in and out | |
And hover around my head | |
Voices arrive and disappear | |
I want to talk to them | |
Darkness disintegrates, I' m rising | |
I' m rising toward a light | |
A light leading over hills and meadows | |
I' ve risen up from the dead | |
With the burning leaves of autumn | |
If only for one last chance | |
That all of whom have been defeated | |
To put on my father' s wool coat | |
To smell my mother' s fragrances and perfumes | |
To find my young brothers and sisters | |
To never leave or let them go | |
Houses adorned so beautifully | |
The Marin headlands song | |
Lost verses well up my eyes and ears | |
The lone mandolin strums | |
On Tamalpais warm spring | |
The many places we | |
Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows | |
I see you well and clear | |
Deep in the moonlight, dear | |
Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise | |
They are the light that guides, and these lost verses | |
I came up from under the ocean | |
Evaporated sea salt water | |
A mist above the skyline | |
I haunt the streets of San Francisco | |
Watch over loved ones and old friends | |
I see them through their living room windows | |
Shaken by fear and worries | |
I want them to know how I love them so | |
Foghorns would sound in waking | |
Is it my voice you hear? | |
Footsteps are moving across the floor | |
And you know I' m here | |
The afternoon carries up from the hills | |
And you are well and near | |
To fall into the light I follow | |
I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear | |
And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain | |
Soon finding a place | |
In these lost verses | |
They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away | |
That steal our time | |
They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights | |
On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |
zuò qǔ : Kozelek | |
I came out from under her warm sheets | |
Into the brisk late October | |
If only for one last hope | |
I wanted my time with you to be over | |
I' m staring up into the sky | |
While all the rain is pouring down | |
I' m reaching out for your help | |
But evil beings hold me backwards | |
All shapes and shadows move in and out | |
And hover around my head | |
Voices arrive and disappear | |
I want to talk to them | |
Darkness disintegrates, I' m rising | |
I' m rising toward a light | |
A light leading over hills and meadows | |
I' ve risen up from the dead | |
With the burning leaves of autumn | |
If only for one last chance | |
That all of whom have been defeated | |
To put on my father' s wool coat | |
To smell my mother' s fragrances and perfumes | |
To find my young brothers and sisters | |
To never leave or let them go | |
Houses adorned so beautifully | |
The Marin headlands song | |
Lost verses well up my eyes and ears | |
The lone mandolin strums | |
On Tamalpais warm spring | |
The many places we | |
Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows | |
I see you well and clear | |
Deep in the moonlight, dear | |
Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise | |
They are the light that guides, and these lost verses | |
I came up from under the ocean | |
Evaporated sea salt water | |
A mist above the skyline | |
I haunt the streets of San Francisco | |
Watch over loved ones and old friends | |
I see them through their living room windows | |
Shaken by fear and worries | |
I want them to know how I love them so | |
Foghorns would sound in waking | |
Is it my voice you hear? | |
Footsteps are moving across the floor | |
And you know I' m here | |
The afternoon carries up from the hills | |
And you are well and near | |
To fall into the light I follow | |
I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear | |
And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain | |
Soon finding a place | |
In these lost verses | |
They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away | |
That steal our time | |
They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights | |
On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing |