歌曲 | Rosemary (BBC Live Session) |
歌手 | Gomez |
专辑 | Abandoned Shopping Trolley Hotline |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Do you remember when you walked with me | |
Down the street into the square? | |
How the women selling rosemary | |
Pressed the branches to your chest, | |
Promised luck and all the rest, | |
And put their fingers in your hair? | |
I had met you just the day before, | |
Like an accident of fate, | |
In the window there behind your door. | |
How i wanted to break in | |
To that room beneath your skin, | |
But all that would have to wait. | |
In the carmen of the martyrs, | |
With the statues in the courtyard | |
Whose heads and hands were taken, | |
In the burden of the sun; | |
I had come to meet you | |
With a question in my footsteps. | |
I was going up the hillside | |
And the journey just begun. | |
My sister says she never dreams at night | |
There are days when i know why; | |
Those possibilities within her sight, | |
With no way of coming true. | |
Some things just don't get through | |
Into this world , although they try. | |
In the carmen of the martyrs, | |
With the statues in the courtyard | |
Whose heads and hands were taken, | |
In the burden of the sun; | |
I had come to meet you | |
With a question in my footsteps. | |
I was going up the hillside | |
And the journey just begun. | |
All i know of you | |
Is in my memory | |
All i ask is you | |
Remember me. |
Do you remember when you walked with me | |
Down the street into the square? | |
How the women selling rosemary | |
Pressed the branches to your chest, | |
Promised luck and all the rest, | |
And put their fingers in your hair? | |
I had met you just the day before, | |
Like an accident of fate, | |
In the window there behind your door. | |
How i wanted to break in | |
To that room beneath your skin, | |
But all that would have to wait. | |
In the carmen of the martyrs, | |
With the statues in the courtyard | |
Whose heads and hands were taken, | |
In the burden of the sun | |
I had come to meet you | |
With a question in my footsteps. | |
I was going up the hillside | |
And the journey just begun. | |
My sister says she never dreams at night | |
There are days when i know why | |
Those possibilities within her sight, | |
With no way of coming true. | |
Some things just don t get through | |
Into this world , although they try. | |
In the carmen of the martyrs, | |
With the statues in the courtyard | |
Whose heads and hands were taken, | |
In the burden of the sun | |
I had come to meet you | |
With a question in my footsteps. | |
I was going up the hillside | |
And the journey just begun. | |
All i know of you | |
Is in my memory | |
All i ask is you | |
Remember me. |
Do you remember when you walked with me | |
Down the street into the square? | |
How the women selling rosemary | |
Pressed the branches to your chest, | |
Promised luck and all the rest, | |
And put their fingers in your hair? | |
I had met you just the day before, | |
Like an accident of fate, | |
In the window there behind your door. | |
How i wanted to break in | |
To that room beneath your skin, | |
But all that would have to wait. | |
In the carmen of the martyrs, | |
With the statues in the courtyard | |
Whose heads and hands were taken, | |
In the burden of the sun | |
I had come to meet you | |
With a question in my footsteps. | |
I was going up the hillside | |
And the journey just begun. | |
My sister says she never dreams at night | |
There are days when i know why | |
Those possibilities within her sight, | |
With no way of coming true. | |
Some things just don t get through | |
Into this world , although they try. | |
In the carmen of the martyrs, | |
With the statues in the courtyard | |
Whose heads and hands were taken, | |
In the burden of the sun | |
I had come to meet you | |
With a question in my footsteps. | |
I was going up the hillside | |
And the journey just begun. | |
All i know of you | |
Is in my memory | |
All i ask is you | |
Remember me. |