歌曲 | Stars In The Streetlight |
歌手 | Chamberlain |
专辑 | The Moon My Saddle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Moore, Rubenstein | |
You're laid out | |
like a landscape | |
on the frontier of my floor. | |
In the next room | |
the girls are singing, | |
they must be wondering where you are. | |
Who'd have thought girl, | |
late last spring, | |
we'd still be the same? | |
You let your hands fall | |
over my eyelids, | |
vaguely imitating rains. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We'll all run outside | |
and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
I can't argue with you, | |
like I can't argue with the blues | |
that this night has put on. | |
Down the hallway you move less like a woman | |
and more like a song. | |
Everyone's asleep now. | |
This house breathes somehow, | |
the radio plays low. | |
And as you leave I know, | |
wherever you go, | |
flowers must follow. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
Please, don't run out on me. | |
I'll make it through the night | |
if you're here by my side. | |
Please, don't run out on me. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We'll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
(Don't keep me waiting). |
zuo qu : Moore, Rubenstein | |
You' re laid out | |
like a landscape | |
on the frontier of my floor. | |
In the next room | |
the girls are singing, | |
they must be wondering where you are. | |
Who' d have thought girl, | |
late last spring, | |
we' d still be the same? | |
You let your hands fall | |
over my eyelids, | |
vaguely imitating rains. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We' ll all run outside | |
and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
I can' t argue with you, | |
like I can' t argue with the blues | |
that this night has put on. | |
Down the hallway you move less like a woman | |
and more like a song. | |
Everyone' s asleep now. | |
This house breathes somehow, | |
the radio plays low. | |
And as you leave I know, | |
wherever you go, | |
flowers must follow. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
Please, don' t run out on me. | |
I' ll make it through the night | |
if you' re here by my side. | |
Please, don' t run out on me. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
Don' t keep me waiting. |
zuò qǔ : Moore, Rubenstein | |
You' re laid out | |
like a landscape | |
on the frontier of my floor. | |
In the next room | |
the girls are singing, | |
they must be wondering where you are. | |
Who' d have thought girl, | |
late last spring, | |
we' d still be the same? | |
You let your hands fall | |
over my eyelids, | |
vaguely imitating rains. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We' ll all run outside | |
and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
I can' t argue with you, | |
like I can' t argue with the blues | |
that this night has put on. | |
Down the hallway you move less like a woman | |
and more like a song. | |
Everyone' s asleep now. | |
This house breathes somehow, | |
the radio plays low. | |
And as you leave I know, | |
wherever you go, | |
flowers must follow. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
Please, don' t run out on me. | |
I' ll make it through the night | |
if you' re here by my side. | |
Please, don' t run out on me. | |
If the sky falls tonight... | |
We' ll all run outside and catch stars in the streetlight. | |
Don' t keep me waiting. |