作词 : Lind | |
Look down the ragged road behind us | |
The strangers that we used to be are lost along the way | |
Let's look for something to remind us | |
Of lovers painting dreams across the skies of yesterday | |
How could we come so far | |
From what we really are | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
Some nights I lie awake and wonder | |
Longing to embrace the girl who used to have your name | |
Warm lips that tasted like the summer | |
Have melted and dissolved into the vacuum that remains | |
We're on a brand new ground | |
Every direction's down | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
Where are the valleys we expected | |
When promises on silver wings were leading into time | |
So few mistakes can be corrected | |
Looking back at all your brave beginnings going blind | |
What has become of me | |
My eyes refuse to see | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
We can't put it back together | |
But how can I return to what I was before we met | |
Lost in the mountains we've come over | |
The setting sun is giving up a dying silhouette | |
Something along the line | |
Has rearranged my mind | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again |
zuo ci : Lind | |
Look down the ragged road behind us | |
The strangers that we used to be are lost along the way | |
Let' s look for something to remind us | |
Of lovers painting dreams across the skies of yesterday | |
How could we come so far | |
From what we really are | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
Some nights I lie awake and wonder | |
Longing to embrace the girl who used to have your name | |
Warm lips that tasted like the summer | |
Have melted and dissolved into the vacuum that remains | |
We' re on a brand new ground | |
Every direction' s down | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
Where are the valleys we expected | |
When promises on silver wings were leading into time | |
So few mistakes can be corrected | |
Looking back at all your brave beginnings going blind | |
What has become of me | |
My eyes refuse to see | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
We can' t put it back together | |
But how can I return to what I was before we met | |
Lost in the mountains we' ve come over | |
The setting sun is giving up a dying silhouette | |
Something along the line | |
Has rearranged my mind | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again |
zuò cí : Lind | |
Look down the ragged road behind us | |
The strangers that we used to be are lost along the way | |
Let' s look for something to remind us | |
Of lovers painting dreams across the skies of yesterday | |
How could we come so far | |
From what we really are | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
Some nights I lie awake and wonder | |
Longing to embrace the girl who used to have your name | |
Warm lips that tasted like the summer | |
Have melted and dissolved into the vacuum that remains | |
We' re on a brand new ground | |
Every direction' s down | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
Where are the valleys we expected | |
When promises on silver wings were leading into time | |
So few mistakes can be corrected | |
Looking back at all your brave beginnings going blind | |
What has become of me | |
My eyes refuse to see | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again | |
We can' t put it back together | |
But how can I return to what I was before we met | |
Lost in the mountains we' ve come over | |
The setting sun is giving up a dying silhouette | |
Something along the line | |
Has rearranged my mind | |
Oh, babe, take my hand, lead me back where the road began | |
Oh, babe, take me home, bring me back to myself again |