歌曲 | The Music Next Door |
歌手 | The Lucksmiths |
专辑 | Warmer Corners |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lucksmiths | |
A week went by, and then another | |
And not a word from you | |
I remember when a day would be unusual | |
I saw the spring become the summer | |
As the spring is wont to do | |
And I began to find the boredom almost beautiful | |
Oh, I must admit I welcomed it | |
As a month unfolded into a few | |
I thought of you now and then | |
I glimpsed you once but you were gone again | |
When the autumn turned to winter | |
As autumn ought to do | |
I thought Oh! What if the sun never shone | |
And then you sprang to mind unbidden | |
When it didn’t | |
It might have been the music from next door | |
Reminded me I should have missed you more | |
A song I’ve heard a hundred times before | |
A year went by, and yet another | |
And not a word from you | |
I remember when a day would be unusual | |
But I bumped into your brother | |
In the supermarket queue | |
And he wondered if the feeling wasn’t mutual | |
Then, from in the wings, a neighbour sings | |
It might have been the music from next door | |
Reminded me I should have missed you more | |
A song I’ve heard a hundred times before |
zuo ci : Lucksmiths | |
A week went by, and then another | |
And not a word from you | |
I remember when a day would be unusual | |
I saw the spring become the summer | |
As the spring is wont to do | |
And I began to find the boredom almost beautiful | |
Oh, I must admit I welcomed it | |
As a month unfolded into a few | |
I thought of you now and then | |
I glimpsed you once but you were gone again | |
When the autumn turned to winter | |
As autumn ought to do | |
I thought Oh! What if the sun never shone | |
And then you sprang to mind unbidden | |
When it didn' t | |
It might have been the music from next door | |
Reminded me I should have missed you more | |
A song I' ve heard a hundred times before | |
A year went by, and yet another | |
And not a word from you | |
I remember when a day would be unusual | |
But I bumped into your brother | |
In the supermarket queue | |
And he wondered if the feeling wasn' t mutual | |
Then, from in the wings, a neighbour sings | |
It might have been the music from next door | |
Reminded me I should have missed you more | |
A song I' ve heard a hundred times before |
zuò cí : Lucksmiths | |
A week went by, and then another | |
And not a word from you | |
I remember when a day would be unusual | |
I saw the spring become the summer | |
As the spring is wont to do | |
And I began to find the boredom almost beautiful | |
Oh, I must admit I welcomed it | |
As a month unfolded into a few | |
I thought of you now and then | |
I glimpsed you once but you were gone again | |
When the autumn turned to winter | |
As autumn ought to do | |
I thought Oh! What if the sun never shone | |
And then you sprang to mind unbidden | |
When it didn' t | |
It might have been the music from next door | |
Reminded me I should have missed you more | |
A song I' ve heard a hundred times before | |
A year went by, and yet another | |
And not a word from you | |
I remember when a day would be unusual | |
But I bumped into your brother | |
In the supermarket queue | |
And he wondered if the feeling wasn' t mutual | |
Then, from in the wings, a neighbour sings | |
It might have been the music from next door | |
Reminded me I should have missed you more | |
A song I' ve heard a hundred times before |