歌曲 | Moorestown - normal |
歌手 | Sun Kil Moon |
专辑 | April |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kozelek | |
Her window looked on North Church Street | |
An attic space overgrown | |
A photo book of smiling friends | |
Road maps, New York, Los Angeles | |
Her walls are Mediterranean blue | |
Her baby sister picked the hue | |
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore | |
Blue like the fingernails she wore | |
Her house is not far from the school | |
Her mom taught on the Hudson | |
Her dad's guitar sings open-tuned | |
Reverberates up through the floor | |
Our love grew more one summer there | |
Where we'd spend our days just driving around | |
Old parking lots and neighborhoods | |
Are framed and charmed in Moorestown | |
I followed her across the earth | |
Through parks in London, coasts of Perth | |
Newport, Kentucky, New Orleans | |
We shared a million lives, it seems | |
I slept with her so many nights | |
We moved together heavenly | |
So close the North Pacific slept | |
You too were once beside me | |
She moved away to Williamsburg | |
Her eyes, sad eyes were waving | |
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell | |
When her name is spoken | |
And looking past the cold long sea | |
I cannot bear to wonder now | |
If the cascading soft lights | |
Are glowing for us in Moorestown |
zuo qu : Kozelek | |
Her window looked on North Church Street | |
An attic space overgrown | |
A photo book of smiling friends | |
Road maps, New York, Los Angeles | |
Her walls are Mediterranean blue | |
Her baby sister picked the hue | |
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore | |
Blue like the fingernails she wore | |
Her house is not far from the school | |
Her mom taught on the Hudson | |
Her dad' s guitar sings opentuned | |
Reverberates up through the floor | |
Our love grew more one summer there | |
Where we' d spend our days just driving around | |
Old parking lots and neighborhoods | |
Are framed and charmed in Moorestown | |
I followed her across the earth | |
Through parks in London, coasts of Perth | |
Newport, Kentucky, New Orleans | |
We shared a million lives, it seems | |
I slept with her so many nights | |
We moved together heavenly | |
So close the North Pacific slept | |
You too were once beside me | |
She moved away to Williamsburg | |
Her eyes, sad eyes were waving | |
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell | |
When her name is spoken | |
And looking past the cold long sea | |
I cannot bear to wonder now | |
If the cascading soft lights | |
Are glowing for us in Moorestown |
zuò qǔ : Kozelek | |
Her window looked on North Church Street | |
An attic space overgrown | |
A photo book of smiling friends | |
Road maps, New York, Los Angeles | |
Her walls are Mediterranean blue | |
Her baby sister picked the hue | |
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore | |
Blue like the fingernails she wore | |
Her house is not far from the school | |
Her mom taught on the Hudson | |
Her dad' s guitar sings opentuned | |
Reverberates up through the floor | |
Our love grew more one summer there | |
Where we' d spend our days just driving around | |
Old parking lots and neighborhoods | |
Are framed and charmed in Moorestown | |
I followed her across the earth | |
Through parks in London, coasts of Perth | |
Newport, Kentucky, New Orleans | |
We shared a million lives, it seems | |
I slept with her so many nights | |
We moved together heavenly | |
So close the North Pacific slept | |
You too were once beside me | |
She moved away to Williamsburg | |
Her eyes, sad eyes were waving | |
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell | |
When her name is spoken | |
And looking past the cold long sea | |
I cannot bear to wonder now | |
If the cascading soft lights | |
Are glowing for us in Moorestown |