歌曲 | Rugged Roses |
歌手 | The Gourds |
专辑 | Ghosts of Hallelujah |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Smith | |
Tell me with yer eyes | |
In silence let them ring | |
The precious humming of our hearts | |
In silence let them sing | |
May our phantoms find there places | |
Where ever that may be | |
Let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly | |
For you for me | |
I won't wait a week and pine for a love that isn't there | |
We will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there | |
And the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind | |
To find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses | |
Planted firmly by the riverbed | |
Let the tender petals fall | |
Like yer long cascading hair | |
Let the volume of yer moans | |
Deny no passion in the air | |
And from the center of my bones | |
I'll kiss often and with care | |
But not every kiss is always placed so keenly |
zuo qu : Smith | |
Tell me with yer eyes | |
In silence let them ring | |
The precious humming of our hearts | |
In silence let them sing | |
May our phantoms find there places | |
Where ever that may be | |
Let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly | |
For you for me | |
I won' t wait a week and pine for a love that isn' t there | |
We will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there | |
And the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind | |
To find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses | |
Planted firmly by the riverbed | |
Let the tender petals fall | |
Like yer long cascading hair | |
Let the volume of yer moans | |
Deny no passion in the air | |
And from the center of my bones | |
I' ll kiss often and with care | |
But not every kiss is always placed so keenly |
zuò qǔ : Smith | |
Tell me with yer eyes | |
In silence let them ring | |
The precious humming of our hearts | |
In silence let them sing | |
May our phantoms find there places | |
Where ever that may be | |
Let only the sound of love dear echo endlessly | |
For you for me | |
I won' t wait a week and pine for a love that isn' t there | |
We will watch the river flow past pretty flowers growing there | |
And the gravity and spin will pass by freely in the wind | |
To find us quiet in the sunset two old rugged roses | |
Planted firmly by the riverbed | |
Let the tender petals fall | |
Like yer long cascading hair | |
Let the volume of yer moans | |
Deny no passion in the air | |
And from the center of my bones | |
I' ll kiss often and with care | |
But not every kiss is always placed so keenly |