歌曲 | The Closer I Am |
歌手 | The Accidental |
专辑 | There Were Wolves |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bailey, Cracknell, Genders | |
The closer I am | |
To your faded hand | |
The cold inch of air | |
That threatens my bed | |
Where you used to stand | |
The ghost at my arm | |
The kiss on my neck | |
So strange this house that I'm in | |
It's not what I meant by those things I said | |
The frost on the glass | |
The wheels on the road | |
The soft white machine | |
That holds you between | |
The coming and going | |
The closer I am | |
The closer I get | |
The further you drift from this place | |
While I cling to your face in my head | |
The closer I am | |
To your threaded hand | |
The cold slice of air | |
That holds by my bed | |
Where you used to stand | |
The closer I am |
zuo qu : Bailey, Cracknell, Genders | |
The closer I am | |
To your faded hand | |
The cold inch of air | |
That threatens my bed | |
Where you used to stand | |
The ghost at my arm | |
The kiss on my neck | |
So strange this house that I' m in | |
It' s not what I meant by those things I said | |
The frost on the glass | |
The wheels on the road | |
The soft white machine | |
That holds you between | |
The coming and going | |
The closer I am | |
The closer I get | |
The further you drift from this place | |
While I cling to your face in my head | |
The closer I am | |
To your threaded hand | |
The cold slice of air | |
That holds by my bed | |
Where you used to stand | |
The closer I am |
zuò qǔ : Bailey, Cracknell, Genders | |
The closer I am | |
To your faded hand | |
The cold inch of air | |
That threatens my bed | |
Where you used to stand | |
The ghost at my arm | |
The kiss on my neck | |
So strange this house that I' m in | |
It' s not what I meant by those things I said | |
The frost on the glass | |
The wheels on the road | |
The soft white machine | |
That holds you between | |
The coming and going | |
The closer I am | |
The closer I get | |
The further you drift from this place | |
While I cling to your face in my head | |
The closer I am | |
To your threaded hand | |
The cold slice of air | |
That holds by my bed | |
Where you used to stand | |
The closer I am |