歌曲 | Autumn Leaves Revisited |
歌手 | Thursday |
专辑 | A City By The Light Divided |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
The leaves will fall and so will you | |
When you do bury me under them too | |
Seconds pass, we'll make it through | |
Eventually we all go home | |
It won't be long | |
It won't be long | |
We walk along the wire, tied between horizons | |
You close your eyes like it's nothing at all | |
Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything changes | |
I will be here when you die | |
It won't be long | |
It won't be long' | |
Til we find our way home | |
Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? | |
Did the violins swell those circles under your eyes? | |
Did you play the part straight like a marcher | |
Or get lost in the beat thinking and feeling? | |
Did the drums in the street make the people dance | |
Or fall to their knees as the sound knocked the leaves | |
From the trees and they fall from the branch? | |
They were beautiful as they hung in the air | |
Spinning around | |
Did you float in the air? | |
Spinning around | |
There must be somewhere where cigarettes burn through the night | |
And the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light | |
Sky's always clear, summer never ends | |
Won't you take me home? | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
The leaves will fall, so will you | |
When you do bury me under them too | |
Seconds pass, we'll make it through | |
Eventually we all are going home |
zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday | |
The leaves will fall and so will you | |
When you do bury me under them too | |
Seconds pass, we' ll make it through | |
Eventually we all go home | |
It won' t be long | |
It won' t be long | |
We walk along the wire, tied between horizons | |
You close your eyes like it' s nothing at all | |
Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything changes | |
I will be here when you die | |
It won' t be long | |
It won' t be long' | |
Til we find our way home | |
Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? | |
Did the violins swell those circles under your eyes? | |
Did you play the part straight like a marcher | |
Or get lost in the beat thinking and feeling? | |
Did the drums in the street make the people dance | |
Or fall to their knees as the sound knocked the leaves | |
From the trees and they fall from the branch? | |
They were beautiful as they hung in the air | |
Spinning around | |
Did you float in the air? | |
Spinning around | |
There must be somewhere where cigarettes burn through the night | |
And the leaves don' t abandon their trees to the light | |
Sky' s always clear, summer never ends | |
Won' t you take me home? | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
The leaves will fall, so will you | |
When you do bury me under them too | |
Seconds pass, we' ll make it through | |
Eventually we all are going home |
zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
The leaves will fall and so will you | |
When you do bury me under them too | |
Seconds pass, we' ll make it through | |
Eventually we all go home | |
It won' t be long | |
It won' t be long | |
We walk along the wire, tied between horizons | |
You close your eyes like it' s nothing at all | |
Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything changes | |
I will be here when you die | |
It won' t be long | |
It won' t be long' | |
Til we find our way home | |
Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? | |
Did the violins swell those circles under your eyes? | |
Did you play the part straight like a marcher | |
Or get lost in the beat thinking and feeling? | |
Did the drums in the street make the people dance | |
Or fall to their knees as the sound knocked the leaves | |
From the trees and they fall from the branch? | |
They were beautiful as they hung in the air | |
Spinning around | |
Did you float in the air? | |
Spinning around | |
There must be somewhere where cigarettes burn through the night | |
And the leaves don' t abandon their trees to the light | |
Sky' s always clear, summer never ends | |
Won' t you take me home? | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
The leaves will fall, so will you | |
When you do bury me under them too | |
Seconds pass, we' ll make it through | |
Eventually we all are going home |