歌曲 | Paper Sun |
歌手 | Steve Winwood |
专辑 | The Ultimate Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Winwood/Capaldi Music:Winwood/Capaldi | |
Well you think you had a good time | |
With the boy that you just met | |
Kicking sand from beach to beach | |
Your clothes all soaking wet | |
But if you look around and see | |
A shadow on the run | |
Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun | |
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun | |
In the room where you've been sleeping | |
All your clothes all thrown about | |
Cigarettes burn window sills | |
Your meter's all run out | |
But then again its nothing | |
You just split when day is done | |
Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun | |
Standing in the cool of my room | |
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume | |
Too much sun will burn! | |
When you're feeling tired and lonely | |
You see people going home | |
You can't make the train fare | |
Or the six pence for the phone | |
And icicles your crying | |
From your cheek have just begun | |
Dont be sad, good times are had | |
Beneath the paper sun | |
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand | |
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand | |
The boy who had given you so much fun | |
Has left you so cold in the paper sun |
Lyrics: Winwood Capaldi Music: Winwood Capaldi | |
Well you think you had a good time | |
With the boy that you just met | |
Kicking sand from beach to beach | |
Your clothes all soaking wet | |
But if you look around and see | |
A shadow on the run | |
Don' t be too surprised if its just a paper sun | |
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun | |
In the room where you' ve been sleeping | |
All your clothes all thrown about | |
Cigarettes burn window sills | |
Your meter' s all run out | |
But then again its nothing | |
You just split when day is done | |
Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun | |
Standing in the cool of my room | |
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume | |
Too much sun will burn! | |
When you' re feeling tired and lonely | |
You see people going home | |
You can' t make the train fare | |
Or the six pence for the phone | |
And icicles your crying | |
From your cheek have just begun | |
Dont be sad, good times are had | |
Beneath the paper sun | |
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand | |
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand | |
The boy who had given you so much fun | |
Has left you so cold in the paper sun |
Lyrics: Winwood Capaldi Music: Winwood Capaldi | |
Well you think you had a good time | |
With the boy that you just met | |
Kicking sand from beach to beach | |
Your clothes all soaking wet | |
But if you look around and see | |
A shadow on the run | |
Don' t be too surprised if its just a paper sun | |
Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun | |
In the room where you' ve been sleeping | |
All your clothes all thrown about | |
Cigarettes burn window sills | |
Your meter' s all run out | |
But then again its nothing | |
You just split when day is done | |
Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun | |
Standing in the cool of my room | |
Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume | |
Too much sun will burn! | |
When you' re feeling tired and lonely | |
You see people going home | |
You can' t make the train fare | |
Or the six pence for the phone | |
And icicles your crying | |
From your cheek have just begun | |
Dont be sad, good times are had | |
Beneath the paper sun | |
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand | |
A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand | |
The boy who had given you so much fun | |
Has left you so cold in the paper sun |