歌曲 | Hilted |
歌手 | Max Tundra |
专辑 | Mastered by Guy at The Exchange |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jacobs | |
Six seconds in your company makes me feel upset | |
that I've only known you for six seconds yet | |
Every minute we haven't spent together | |
all of the hours we are going to | |
will come marching towards me in swathes | |
Hey, ah! There you are; play the piano in this next bar... | |
With a blow of an eastern breeze | |
on a flag of your face unfurled | |
I collide with you in this heat | |
under blanket of borrowed blue | |
Splitting silence with every smile | |
even ammonites hear us sing | |
and a rail on an outside road | |
rusting over with us in here | |
We shall settle a stack of woes | |
with affectionate angled arms | |
Will you lead me across this room | |
as we knock other couples pell-mell? | |
Promenade to a sweet dischord | |
In a London before the flood | |
to another an early fade | |
Nine behind us and three in front |
zuo qu : Jacobs | |
Six seconds in your company makes me feel upset | |
that I' ve only known you for six seconds yet | |
Every minute we haven' t spent together | |
all of the hours we are going to | |
will come marching towards me in swathes | |
Hey, ah! There you are play the piano in this next bar... | |
With a blow of an eastern breeze | |
on a flag of your face unfurled | |
I collide with you in this heat | |
under blanket of borrowed blue | |
Splitting silence with every smile | |
even ammonites hear us sing | |
and a rail on an outside road | |
rusting over with us in here | |
We shall settle a stack of woes | |
with affectionate angled arms | |
Will you lead me across this room | |
as we knock other couples pellmell? | |
Promenade to a sweet dischord | |
In a London before the flood | |
to another an early fade | |
Nine behind us and three in front |
zuò qǔ : Jacobs | |
Six seconds in your company makes me feel upset | |
that I' ve only known you for six seconds yet | |
Every minute we haven' t spent together | |
all of the hours we are going to | |
will come marching towards me in swathes | |
Hey, ah! There you are play the piano in this next bar... | |
With a blow of an eastern breeze | |
on a flag of your face unfurled | |
I collide with you in this heat | |
under blanket of borrowed blue | |
Splitting silence with every smile | |
even ammonites hear us sing | |
and a rail on an outside road | |
rusting over with us in here | |
We shall settle a stack of woes | |
with affectionate angled arms | |
Will you lead me across this room | |
as we knock other couples pellmell? | |
Promenade to a sweet dischord | |
In a London before the flood | |
to another an early fade | |
Nine behind us and three in front |