歌曲 | The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco |
歌手 | The Lucksmiths |
专辑 | Warmer Corners |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lucksmiths | |
Is it April yet? | |
I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes | |
You disappeared into Departures | |
Only half a year ago | |
It seems like so much more, you know | |
I went a fortnight without so much as an email | |
Then a postcard scant of detail | |
In which you wished me all the best | |
From the non-specific north west | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco | |
Are you warm enough? | |
I remember how the fog comes off the water | |
And the days are ever shorter | |
And I worry you’ll be cold | |
Or have you found someone to hold? | |
I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it | |
Counting all the nights you’ve wasted | |
Under unfamiliar stars | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco | |
Are you ever coming clean? | |
Or will I never know the meaning | |
Of the lines you scribbled out | |
So that I couldn’t read between? | |
Are you ever coming home? | |
Or should I learn to do without you? | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco |
zuo ci : Lucksmiths | |
Is it April yet? | |
I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes | |
You disappeared into Departures | |
Only half a year ago | |
It seems like so much more, you know | |
I went a fortnight without so much as an email | |
Then a postcard scant of detail | |
In which you wished me all the best | |
From the nonspecific north west | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco | |
Are you warm enough? | |
I remember how the fog comes off the water | |
And the days are ever shorter | |
And I worry you' ll be cold | |
Or have you found someone to hold? | |
I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it | |
Counting all the nights you' ve wasted | |
Under unfamiliar stars | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco | |
Are you ever coming clean? | |
Or will I never know the meaning | |
Of the lines you scribbled out | |
So that I couldn' t read between? | |
Are you ever coming home? | |
Or should I learn to do without you? | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco |
zuò cí : Lucksmiths | |
Is it April yet? | |
I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes | |
You disappeared into Departures | |
Only half a year ago | |
It seems like so much more, you know | |
I went a fortnight without so much as an email | |
Then a postcard scant of detail | |
In which you wished me all the best | |
From the nonspecific north west | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco | |
Are you warm enough? | |
I remember how the fog comes off the water | |
And the days are ever shorter | |
And I worry you' ll be cold | |
Or have you found someone to hold? | |
I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it | |
Counting all the nights you' ve wasted | |
Under unfamiliar stars | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco | |
Are you ever coming clean? | |
Or will I never know the meaning | |
Of the lines you scribbled out | |
So that I couldn' t read between? | |
Are you ever coming home? | |
Or should I learn to do without you? | |
Should it one day come to pass | |
That you sit down to your memoirs | |
Where will this go? | |
The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco |