I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale

I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale 歌词

歌曲	I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale
歌手	Her Name Is Calla
专辑	Live at St Pancras Old Church #2
下载	Image LRC TXT

	I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king;
	Listening to the songs that you’d sing.
	Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes;
	We were blind from birth, until that night.
	Love grows old and we die younger each time.
	Heaven loves a martyr
	And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?
	I wish I had grown up a little longer
	And if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now;
	Love grows old
	And I lived like a king

	I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king
	Listening to the songs that you' d sing.
	Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes
	We were blind from birth, until that night.
	Love grows old and we die younger each time.
	Heaven loves a martyr
	And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?
	I wish I had grown up a little longer
	And if we' d flown south, we' d have a home at least for now
	Love grows old
	And I lived like a king

	I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king
	Listening to the songs that you' d sing.
	Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes
	We were blind from birth, until that night.
	Love grows old and we die younger each time.
	Heaven loves a martyr
	And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?
	I wish I had grown up a little longer
	And if we' d flown south, we' d have a home at least for now
	Love grows old
	And I lived like a king

I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale 歌词

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