歌曲 | The High Coast |
歌手 | Cocoanut Groove |
专辑 | How To Build A Maze |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Looking from my window, | |
To the streets below, | |
The red bricks and the gardens, | |
And you | |
On the sidewalks, | |
Strangers walk in perfect rows, | |
Half past eight, | |
It's time for work again | |
I've been longing for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast | |
All through the day the people talk and I reply, | |
But all my thoughts are somewhere far away, | |
They’re drifting like a river when the tide runs high, | |
Float like clouds on a windy day | |
I've been dreaming for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast | |
I've been longing for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast |
Looking from my window, | |
To the streets below, | |
The red bricks and the gardens, | |
And you | |
On the sidewalks, | |
Strangers walk in perfect rows, | |
Half past eight, | |
It' s time for work again | |
I' ve been longing for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast | |
All through the day the people talk and I reply, | |
But all my thoughts are somewhere far away, | |
They' re drifting like a river when the tide runs high, | |
Float like clouds on a windy day | |
I' ve been dreaming for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast | |
I' ve been longing for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast |
Looking from my window, | |
To the streets below, | |
The red bricks and the gardens, | |
And you | |
On the sidewalks, | |
Strangers walk in perfect rows, | |
Half past eight, | |
It' s time for work again | |
I' ve been longing for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast | |
All through the day the people talk and I reply, | |
But all my thoughts are somewhere far away, | |
They' re drifting like a river when the tide runs high, | |
Float like clouds on a windy day | |
I' ve been dreaming for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast | |
I' ve been longing for, | |
Where the wind blows, | |
Far away from these grey streets, | |
To the high coast |