歌曲 | Step Off The Train |
歌手 | Urusen |
专辑 | This Is Where We Meet |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Step off the train my friend | |
Before you reach the bend | |
There’ll be no turning back | |
If you come off this track | |
It’s true I can’t ignore | |
These echoes at my door | |
No season for your word | |
My frosted senses blurred | |
Melts fill you slowly | |
Brooks start to flow | |
Time for a journey | |
Books will teach us what they know | |
Where did you go? | |
So if I wish to look | |
I’d better close my book | |
No blueprint to your flight | |
Turn and you’re out of sight | |
No moon that inky sky | |
Was darker than the Poe | |
Oh Edgar write me stories | |
Where our hearts will glow | |
Where did you go? | |
Well some are here to stay | |
And some friends go away | |
No message of their flight | |
I guess I’ll just sit tight | |
Well it was winter | |
Someone said they saw them throw | |
You from the train my friend | |
Your footprints melted with the snow | |
Where did you go? | |
Step off the train my friend | |
Before you reach the bend | |
There’ll be no turning back | |
If you come off this track |
Step off the train my friend | |
Before you reach the bend | |
There' ll be no turning back | |
If you come off this track | |
It' s true I can' t ignore | |
These echoes at my door | |
No season for your word | |
My frosted senses blurred | |
Melts fill you slowly | |
Brooks start to flow | |
Time for a journey | |
Books will teach us what they know | |
Where did you go? | |
So if I wish to look | |
I' d better close my book | |
No blueprint to your flight | |
Turn and you' re out of sight | |
No moon that inky sky | |
Was darker than the Poe | |
Oh Edgar write me stories | |
Where our hearts will glow | |
Where did you go? | |
Well some are here to stay | |
And some friends go away | |
No message of their flight | |
I guess I' ll just sit tight | |
Well it was winter | |
Someone said they saw them throw | |
You from the train my friend | |
Your footprints melted with the snow | |
Where did you go? | |
Step off the train my friend | |
Before you reach the bend | |
There' ll be no turning back | |
If you come off this track |
Step off the train my friend | |
Before you reach the bend | |
There' ll be no turning back | |
If you come off this track | |
It' s true I can' t ignore | |
These echoes at my door | |
No season for your word | |
My frosted senses blurred | |
Melts fill you slowly | |
Brooks start to flow | |
Time for a journey | |
Books will teach us what they know | |
Where did you go? | |
So if I wish to look | |
I' d better close my book | |
No blueprint to your flight | |
Turn and you' re out of sight | |
No moon that inky sky | |
Was darker than the Poe | |
Oh Edgar write me stories | |
Where our hearts will glow | |
Where did you go? | |
Well some are here to stay | |
And some friends go away | |
No message of their flight | |
I guess I' ll just sit tight | |
Well it was winter | |
Someone said they saw them throw | |
You from the train my friend | |
Your footprints melted with the snow | |
Where did you go? | |
Step off the train my friend | |
Before you reach the bend | |
There' ll be no turning back | |
If you come off this track |