歌曲 | Recessional |
歌手 | YoungStar |
专辑 | In This House, On This Morning |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Recessional | |
Vienna Teng (史逸欣) | |
"It's so beautiful here," she says, | |
"This moment now and this moment, now." | |
And I never thought I would find her here: | |
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. | |
But she's looking at me, straight to center, | |
No room at all for any other thought. | |
And I know I don't want this, oh, I swear I don't want this. | |
There's a reason not to want this but I forgot. | |
In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder, | |
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. | |
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: | |
"Passengers missing, we're looking for you." | |
And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me, | |
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves. | |
Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing, | |
Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move. | |
>MUSIC< | |
And the words: they're everything and nothing. | |
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks. | |
Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? | |
Who are you, echoing street signs? | |
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover, | |
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time? | |
Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound. | |
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..." |
Recessional | |
Vienna Teng shi yi xin | |
" It' s so beautiful here," she says, | |
" This moment now and this moment, now." | |
And I never thought I would find her here: | |
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. | |
But she' s looking at me, straight to center, | |
No room at all for any other thought. | |
And I know I don' t want this, oh, I swear I don' t want this. | |
There' s a reason not to want this but I forgot. | |
In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder, | |
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. | |
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: | |
" Passengers missing, we' re looking for you." | |
And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me, | |
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves. | |
Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing, | |
Maybe it means nothing, but I' m afraid to move. | |
MUSIC | |
And the words: they' re everything and nothing. | |
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks. | |
Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? | |
Who are you, echoing street signs? | |
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover, | |
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time? | |
Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound. | |
" Well anyway," she says, " I' ll see you around..." |
Recessional | |
Vienna Teng shǐ yì xīn | |
" It' s so beautiful here," she says, | |
" This moment now and this moment, now." | |
And I never thought I would find her here: | |
Flannel and satin, my four walls transformed. | |
But she' s looking at me, straight to center, | |
No room at all for any other thought. | |
And I know I don' t want this, oh, I swear I don' t want this. | |
There' s a reason not to want this but I forgot. | |
In the terminal she sleeps on my shoulder, | |
Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. | |
Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: | |
" Passengers missing, we' re looking for you." | |
And she dreams through the noise, her weight against me, | |
Face pressed into the corduroy grooves. | |
Maybe it means nothing, maybe it means nothing, | |
Maybe it means nothing, but I' m afraid to move. | |
MUSIC | |
And the words: they' re everything and nothing. | |
I want to search for her in the offhand remarks. | |
Who are you, taking coffee, no sugar? | |
Who are you, echoing street signs? | |
Who are you, the stranger in the shell of a lover, | |
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of time? | |
Oh, words, like rain, how sweet the sound. | |
" Well anyway," she says, " I' ll see you around..." |