歌曲 | The Horse Fair |
歌手 | And Also the Trees |
专辑 | Farewell to the Shade |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Jones | |
To where... to where | |
I come to you like an arrow through the night | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
Cutting to the breeze | |
To where... to where | |
I see the ribbons in her air | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
Through the sprong air | |
And the ribbonbs in her air | |
To the perfect life of a distant mind | |
To where... to where | |
These picture-book scenes | |
And wild seas | |
To where... to where | |
To nowhere | |
To the horse fair | |
And the ribbons on her air | |
From nowhere | |
Through blissful black nothing | |
Like no one to nowhere | |
To where... to where | |
A steel slow note | |
Slow changing low string | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
The ribbons in her air | |
But I am the blck arrow | |
That flies through the night |
zuo qu : Burrows, Jones | |
To where... to where | |
I come to you like an arrow through the night | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
Cutting to the breeze | |
To where... to where | |
I see the ribbons in her air | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
Through the sprong air | |
And the ribbonbs in her air | |
To the perfect life of a distant mind | |
To where... to where | |
These picturebook scenes | |
And wild seas | |
To where... to where | |
To nowhere | |
To the horse fair | |
And the ribbons on her air | |
From nowhere | |
Through blissful black nothing | |
Like no one to nowhere | |
To where... to where | |
A steel slow note | |
Slow changing low string | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
The ribbons in her air | |
But I am the blck arrow | |
That flies through the night |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Jones | |
To where... to where | |
I come to you like an arrow through the night | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
Cutting to the breeze | |
To where... to where | |
I see the ribbons in her air | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
Through the sprong air | |
And the ribbonbs in her air | |
To the perfect life of a distant mind | |
To where... to where | |
These picturebook scenes | |
And wild seas | |
To where... to where | |
To nowhere | |
To the horse fair | |
And the ribbons on her air | |
From nowhere | |
Through blissful black nothing | |
Like no one to nowhere | |
To where... to where | |
A steel slow note | |
Slow changing low string | |
To where... to where | |
To the horse fair | |
The ribbons in her air | |
But I am the blck arrow | |
That flies through the night |