歌曲 | The Most |
歌手 | Maya Solovey |
专辑 | Une année 2012 (folk/chanson) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Long before the winter had passed | |
While we still had our dreams | |
You used to say there’ll better days | |
Just you wait, you’ll see. | |
Chasing Victorian dreams of roasted apples | |
And the smell of morning scones | |
Of candlelight and carriage rides | |
Of wintergreen and snow. | |
He slept for days, he never changed the clock | |
At daylight savings time | |
Till spring had come, the hands had caught up | |
My love was left behind. | |
He said, “You never do enough for me.” | |
I said, “Well, you never pull your weight.” | |
He said, “How can you leave in such desperate times?” | |
I said, “babe, it’s not gonna change.” | |
I’ve learned more than I wanted ‘bout how to win a fight | |
Nothing that I would boast | |
I’d rather have learned to be more kind | |
To those I loved the most. | |
I wish I’d learned to be more kind | |
To you, who I loved the most. |
Long before the winter had passed | |
While we still had our dreams | |
You used to say there' ll better days | |
Just you wait, you' ll see. | |
Chasing Victorian dreams of roasted apples | |
And the smell of morning scones | |
Of candlelight and carriage rides | |
Of wintergreen and snow. | |
He slept for days, he never changed the clock | |
At daylight savings time | |
Till spring had come, the hands had caught up | |
My love was left behind. | |
He said, " You never do enough for me." | |
I said, " Well, you never pull your weight." | |
He said, " How can you leave in such desperate times?" | |
I said, " babe, it' s not gonna change." | |
I' ve learned more than I wanted ' bout how to win a fight | |
Nothing that I would boast | |
I' d rather have learned to be more kind | |
To those I loved the most. | |
I wish I' d learned to be more kind | |
To you, who I loved the most. |
Long before the winter had passed | |
While we still had our dreams | |
You used to say there' ll better days | |
Just you wait, you' ll see. | |
Chasing Victorian dreams of roasted apples | |
And the smell of morning scones | |
Of candlelight and carriage rides | |
Of wintergreen and snow. | |
He slept for days, he never changed the clock | |
At daylight savings time | |
Till spring had come, the hands had caught up | |
My love was left behind. | |
He said, " You never do enough for me." | |
I said, " Well, you never pull your weight." | |
He said, " How can you leave in such desperate times?" | |
I said, " babe, it' s not gonna change." | |
I' ve learned more than I wanted ' bout how to win a fight | |
Nothing that I would boast | |
I' d rather have learned to be more kind | |
To those I loved the most. | |
I wish I' d learned to be more kind | |
To you, who I loved the most. |