歌曲 | Indian Summer (Up Close) |
歌手 | Stereophonics |
专辑 | Graffiti On The Train |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kelly Jones | |
作词 : Kelly Jones | |
Every time that I see ya, | |
A lightening bolt fills the room, | |
The underbelly of Paris, | |
She sings her favorite tune, | |
She'll drink you under the table, | |
She'll show you a trick or two, | |
But every time that I left her, | |
I missed the things she would do. | |
She was the one - for me, | |
She opened my eyes - to see, | |
She was the one - for me, | |
Well alright. | |
It was a cold September, | |
Before the Indian summer, | |
That's the thing I remember, | |
Then she gave me her number, | |
Went from station to station, | |
On a train 'cross the nation | |
And the rain of November, | |
That's the time that we ended, | |
She was the one - for me, | |
Well alright. | |
Vodka with Coca Cola, | |
Cocaine tucked in her shoes, | |
Cigarettes over coffee, | |
Her halo slipped to a noose, | |
Take a slow boat to China, | |
You fly a rag 'round the moon, | |
She could take it or leave it, | |
I knew it had to end soon. | |
She was the one - for me, | |
She opened my eyes - to see, | |
She was the one - for me, | |
Well alright. | |
It was a cold September, | |
Before the Indian summer, | |
That's the thing I remember, | |
When she gave me her number, | |
Went from station to station, | |
On a train 'cross the nation, | |
And the rain of November, | |
That's the time that we ended, | |
She was the one - for me, | |
She opened my eyes - to see, | |
She was the one - for me, | |
Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |
zuo qu : Kelly Jones | |
zuo ci : Kelly Jones | |
Every time that I see ya, | |
A lightening bolt fills the room, | |
The underbelly of Paris, | |
She sings her favorite tune, | |
She' ll drink you under the table, | |
She' ll show you a trick or two, | |
But every time that I left her, | |
I missed the things she would do. | |
She was the one for me, | |
She opened my eyes to see, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright. | |
It was a cold September, | |
Before the Indian summer, | |
That' s the thing I remember, | |
Then she gave me her number, | |
Went from station to station, | |
On a train ' cross the nation | |
And the rain of November, | |
That' s the time that we ended, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright. | |
Vodka with Coca Cola, | |
Cocaine tucked in her shoes, | |
Cigarettes over coffee, | |
Her halo slipped to a noose, | |
Take a slow boat to China, | |
You fly a rag ' round the moon, | |
She could take it or leave it, | |
I knew it had to end soon. | |
She was the one for me, | |
She opened my eyes to see, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright. | |
It was a cold September, | |
Before the Indian summer, | |
That' s the thing I remember, | |
When she gave me her number, | |
Went from station to station, | |
On a train ' cross the nation, | |
And the rain of November, | |
That' s the time that we ended, | |
She was the one for me, | |
She opened my eyes to see, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |
zuò qǔ : Kelly Jones | |
zuò cí : Kelly Jones | |
Every time that I see ya, | |
A lightening bolt fills the room, | |
The underbelly of Paris, | |
She sings her favorite tune, | |
She' ll drink you under the table, | |
She' ll show you a trick or two, | |
But every time that I left her, | |
I missed the things she would do. | |
She was the one for me, | |
She opened my eyes to see, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright. | |
It was a cold September, | |
Before the Indian summer, | |
That' s the thing I remember, | |
Then she gave me her number, | |
Went from station to station, | |
On a train ' cross the nation | |
And the rain of November, | |
That' s the time that we ended, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright. | |
Vodka with Coca Cola, | |
Cocaine tucked in her shoes, | |
Cigarettes over coffee, | |
Her halo slipped to a noose, | |
Take a slow boat to China, | |
You fly a rag ' round the moon, | |
She could take it or leave it, | |
I knew it had to end soon. | |
She was the one for me, | |
She opened my eyes to see, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright. | |
It was a cold September, | |
Before the Indian summer, | |
That' s the thing I remember, | |
When she gave me her number, | |
Went from station to station, | |
On a train ' cross the nation, | |
And the rain of November, | |
That' s the time that we ended, | |
She was the one for me, | |
She opened my eyes to see, | |
She was the one for me, | |
Well alright, alright, alright, yeah |