歌曲 | Sonja |
歌手 | Lior |
专辑 | Corner Of An Endless Road |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well, it only took a question to bring tears to her eyes, | |
and the gates, they slipped only to reveal the flood that lay inside. | |
She’s doing her best to stay composed, | |
while I think to myself, | |
It’s been a long winter. | |
She tells me of life in a faded land, | |
how her folks are getting old. | |
On the phone, their voice sounds tired | |
they’re disappointed she ain’t home. | |
Sonja, | |
you made me feel | |
what I’d been missing for so long, | |
and you don’t even know your tears are a song. | |
She folds away a young man’s clothes, | |
and the verses they roll on | |
as the memories become visions that in turn will keep her strong. | |
Sonja, | |
you made me feel | |
what I’d been missing for so long, | |
and you don’t even know your tears are a song. | |
You were needed now | |
more than ever. | |
Sing to me, my simple queen, | |
a song of how I used to be. | |
Have you come to wash away | |
these aimless melodies? | |
Sing to me a song of how I used to be, | |
do I remember how to dream like you, honestly? |
Well, it only took a question to bring tears to her eyes, | |
and the gates, they slipped only to reveal the flood that lay inside. | |
She' s doing her best to stay composed, | |
while I think to myself, | |
It' s been a long winter. | |
She tells me of life in a faded land, | |
how her folks are getting old. | |
On the phone, their voice sounds tired | |
they' re disappointed she ain' t home. | |
Sonja, | |
you made me feel | |
what I' d been missing for so long, | |
and you don' t even know your tears are a song. | |
She folds away a young man' s clothes, | |
and the verses they roll on | |
as the memories become visions that in turn will keep her strong. | |
Sonja, | |
you made me feel | |
what I' d been missing for so long, | |
and you don' t even know your tears are a song. | |
You were needed now | |
more than ever. | |
Sing to me, my simple queen, | |
a song of how I used to be. | |
Have you come to wash away | |
these aimless melodies? | |
Sing to me a song of how I used to be, | |
do I remember how to dream like you, honestly? |
Well, it only took a question to bring tears to her eyes, | |
and the gates, they slipped only to reveal the flood that lay inside. | |
She' s doing her best to stay composed, | |
while I think to myself, | |
It' s been a long winter. | |
She tells me of life in a faded land, | |
how her folks are getting old. | |
On the phone, their voice sounds tired | |
they' re disappointed she ain' t home. | |
Sonja, | |
you made me feel | |
what I' d been missing for so long, | |
and you don' t even know your tears are a song. | |
She folds away a young man' s clothes, | |
and the verses they roll on | |
as the memories become visions that in turn will keep her strong. | |
Sonja, | |
you made me feel | |
what I' d been missing for so long, | |
and you don' t even know your tears are a song. | |
You were needed now | |
more than ever. | |
Sing to me, my simple queen, | |
a song of how I used to be. | |
Have you come to wash away | |
these aimless melodies? | |
Sing to me a song of how I used to be, | |
do I remember how to dream like you, honestly? |