歌曲 | Sweetest Smile |
歌手 | Black |
专辑 | Any Colour You Like |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Colin Vearncombe | |
"I think my heart must be made of clay, | |
'Cause everyone said it would be broken some day, | |
And now I've come to that fateful day, | |
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands, | |
And don't tell me how to make it pay, | |
I write a new song every day, | |
I just wish I was made of wood, | |
I might not feel pain, even if I should, | |
[Chorus] | |
Even if I should, | |
If I should | |
The sweetest smile that ever did. | |
Melt the pats in the butter dish. | |
And if you could have believed in me. | |
I swear to God I'd have made damn sure. | |
Our hearts were warm, | |
And glad with wine. | |
I'd keep the doors locked all the time. | |
I just wish I was made of wood. | |
You might not seem glad. | |
Even if you should. | |
[Chorus] | |
Even if you should | |
If you should | |
If you should | |
If you should | |
I think my heart must be made of clay. | |
'Cause everyone said it would be broken someday. | |
Seems like I have come to that fateful day. | |
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands | |
With my head in my hands | |
With my head in my hands | |
" |
zuo qu : Colin Vearncombe | |
" I think my heart must be made of clay, | |
' Cause everyone said it would be broken some day, | |
And now I' ve come to that fateful day, | |
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands, | |
And don' t tell me how to make it pay, | |
I write a new song every day, | |
I just wish I was made of wood, | |
I might not feel pain, even if I should, | |
Chorus | |
Even if I should, | |
If I should | |
The sweetest smile that ever did. | |
Melt the pats in the butter dish. | |
And if you could have believed in me. | |
I swear to God I' d have made damn sure. | |
Our hearts were warm, | |
And glad with wine. | |
I' d keep the doors locked all the time. | |
I just wish I was made of wood. | |
You might not seem glad. | |
Even if you should. | |
Chorus | |
Even if you should | |
If you should | |
If you should | |
If you should | |
I think my heart must be made of clay. | |
' Cause everyone said it would be broken someday. | |
Seems like I have come to that fateful day. | |
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands | |
With my head in my hands | |
With my head in my hands | |
" |
zuò qǔ : Colin Vearncombe | |
" I think my heart must be made of clay, | |
' Cause everyone said it would be broken some day, | |
And now I' ve come to that fateful day, | |
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands, | |
And don' t tell me how to make it pay, | |
I write a new song every day, | |
I just wish I was made of wood, | |
I might not feel pain, even if I should, | |
Chorus | |
Even if I should, | |
If I should | |
The sweetest smile that ever did. | |
Melt the pats in the butter dish. | |
And if you could have believed in me. | |
I swear to God I' d have made damn sure. | |
Our hearts were warm, | |
And glad with wine. | |
I' d keep the doors locked all the time. | |
I just wish I was made of wood. | |
You might not seem glad. | |
Even if you should. | |
Chorus | |
Even if you should | |
If you should | |
If you should | |
If you should | |
I think my heart must be made of clay. | |
' Cause everyone said it would be broken someday. | |
Seems like I have come to that fateful day. | |
So I sit on the floor with my head in my hands | |
With my head in my hands | |
With my head in my hands | |
" |