歌曲 | What You'll Miss |
歌手 | The Lucksmiths |
专辑 | Naturaliste |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : White | |
In the morning it felt like the world had stopped | |
And clenched like a giant fist up tight | |
But then you noticed the dust still dropped | |
And danced through the bedroom window light | |
It's the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
It's the sad things that you'll miss | |
Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
And the sad things like this | |
Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
There'll be cars on the street soon enough | |
And someone will come and collect the bins | |
Everyone will return to their everyday stuff | |
And you'll sleep through the mess that you're in | |
It's the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
It's the sad things that you'll miss | |
Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
And the sad things like this | |
Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids | |
Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow | |
Let it all come down seeing the river below you | |
Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go | |
It's the woodsmoke smell of winter |
zuo ci : White | |
In the morning it felt like the world had stopped | |
And clenched like a giant fist up tight | |
But then you noticed the dust still dropped | |
And danced through the bedroom window light | |
It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
And the sad things like this | |
Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
There' ll be cars on the street soon enough | |
And someone will come and collect the bins | |
Everyone will return to their everyday stuff | |
And you' ll sleep through the mess that you' re in | |
It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
And the sad things like this | |
Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids | |
Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow | |
Let it all come down seeing the river below you | |
Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go | |
It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter |
zuò cí : White | |
In the morning it felt like the world had stopped | |
And clenched like a giant fist up tight | |
But then you noticed the dust still dropped | |
And danced through the bedroom window light | |
It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
And the sad things like this | |
Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
There' ll be cars on the street soon enough | |
And someone will come and collect the bins | |
Everyone will return to their everyday stuff | |
And you' ll sleep through the mess that you' re in | |
It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
It' s the sad things that you' ll miss | |
Like the woodsmoke smell of winter | |
And the sad things like this | |
Let it all come down like fog on a cold field | |
Let it all come down like frost on the lawn | |
Let it all come down like leaves in a teacup | |
Let it all come down like trees in a storm | |
Let it all come down like sleep on your eyelids | |
Let it all come down softly as snow onto snow | |
Let it all come down seeing the river below you | |
Let it all come down feeling your fingers let go | |
It' s the woodsmoke smell of winter |