Clouds Crash 歌词

	作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches
	Clouds crash on the hillside
	Set to sail your soul at high tide
	High time you left that shadow,
	Dead weight in the meadow
	Let it follow far below
	Oh, Oh, Oh
	Whoa what a ceiling
	All the angels cracked and peeling,
	Revealing constellations,
	One day you will name one,
	After a boy you knew
	When you were back in middle school
	And ingrained his name in love notes,
	Every one retained though,
	In a box behind your raincoats
	Oh, those days
	When rainy days meant
	Trace the spaces raindrops made when
	Racing 'cross the windshield
	The pace of life wasn't real
	Oh, though how we quickened
	How the slope began to slicken
	You slip into a grin then,
	Begin with where you've been and
	In my linen you are skin again
	La da da
	La da da da da daa
	Da da daa
	Da daa daa
	La da da daa da da daa daa
	Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside
	Set to sail your soul at high tide
	High time you left that shadow,
	Dead weight in the meadow
	In my linen you are skin again

	zuo qu : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches
	Clouds crash on the hillside
	Set to sail your soul at high tide
	High time you left that shadow,
	Dead weight in the meadow
	Let it follow far below
	Oh, Oh, Oh
	Whoa what a ceiling
	All the angels cracked and peeling,
	Revealing constellations,
	One day you will name one,
	After a boy you knew
	When you were back in middle school
	And ingrained his name in love notes,
	Every one retained though,
	In a box behind your raincoats
	Oh, those days
	When rainy days meant
	Trace the spaces raindrops made when
	Racing ' cross the windshield
	The pace of life wasn' t real
	Oh, though how we quickened
	How the slope began to slicken
	You slip into a grin then,
	Begin with where you' ve been and
	In my linen you are skin again
	La da da
	La da da da da daa
	Da da daa
	Da daa daa
	La da da daa da da daa daa
	Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside
	Set to sail your soul at high tide
	High time you left that shadow,
	Dead weight in the meadow
	In my linen you are skin again

	zuò qǔ : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches
	Clouds crash on the hillside
	Set to sail your soul at high tide
	High time you left that shadow,
	Dead weight in the meadow
	Let it follow far below
	Oh, Oh, Oh
	Whoa what a ceiling
	All the angels cracked and peeling,
	Revealing constellations,
	One day you will name one,
	After a boy you knew
	When you were back in middle school
	And ingrained his name in love notes,
	Every one retained though,
	In a box behind your raincoats
	Oh, those days
	When rainy days meant
	Trace the spaces raindrops made when
	Racing ' cross the windshield
	The pace of life wasn' t real
	Oh, though how we quickened
	How the slope began to slicken
	You slip into a grin then,
	Begin with where you' ve been and
	In my linen you are skin again
	La da da
	La da da da da daa
	Da da daa
	Da daa daa
	La da da daa da da daa daa
	Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside
	Set to sail your soul at high tide
	High time you left that shadow,
	Dead weight in the meadow
	In my linen you are skin again

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