歌曲 | All Those Pretty Lights |
歌手 | Andrew Belle |
专辑 | All Those Pretty Lights |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The wind blows through your hair | |
As you’re walking people stare | |
Up the block and down the street | |
To north kings highway | |
And there’s a beating in my chest | |
And it’s seeming to suggest | |
That before this day is through | |
It might go my way | |
So i sit back in my seat | |
I scribble down something that’s sweet | |
About a boy, a girl | |
And endless stretch of scenery | |
Cause it’s like falling to your knees | |
Before a stranger on the street | |
I did it just the other day | |
You should have seen me | |
Oh and i wanna remember this night | |
And how my words never came out right | |
It’s just my patience that keeps me alive | |
Just like all those pretty lights | |
Just like all those pretty lights | |
In the sky | |
There’s something to be said | |
About the colors in your head | |
And how they mix to form | |
The perfect shade of sadness | |
Not because of things i’ve done | |
Or any of the songs i’ve sung | |
It’s just the story of our lives | |
We wish we had this | |
And i remember we stayed up | |
Way past you’re bedtime | |
Up on the 2nd floor | |
Down by my sliding door | |
Just innocent kids | |
In a victimless crime | |
Trapped in a metaphor | |
Hoping for something more |
The wind blows through your hair | |
As you' re walking people stare | |
Up the block and down the street | |
To north kings highway | |
And there' s a beating in my chest | |
And it' s seeming to suggest | |
That before this day is through | |
It might go my way | |
So i sit back in my seat | |
I scribble down something that' s sweet | |
About a boy, a girl | |
And endless stretch of scenery | |
Cause it' s like falling to your knees | |
Before a stranger on the street | |
I did it just the other day | |
You should have seen me | |
Oh and i wanna remember this night | |
And how my words never came out right | |
It' s just my patience that keeps me alive | |
Just like all those pretty lights | |
Just like all those pretty lights | |
In the sky | |
There' s something to be said | |
About the colors in your head | |
And how they mix to form | |
The perfect shade of sadness | |
Not because of things i' ve done | |
Or any of the songs i' ve sung | |
It' s just the story of our lives | |
We wish we had this | |
And i remember we stayed up | |
Way past you' re bedtime | |
Up on the 2nd floor | |
Down by my sliding door | |
Just innocent kids | |
In a victimless crime | |
Trapped in a metaphor | |
Hoping for something more |
The wind blows through your hair | |
As you' re walking people stare | |
Up the block and down the street | |
To north kings highway | |
And there' s a beating in my chest | |
And it' s seeming to suggest | |
That before this day is through | |
It might go my way | |
So i sit back in my seat | |
I scribble down something that' s sweet | |
About a boy, a girl | |
And endless stretch of scenery | |
Cause it' s like falling to your knees | |
Before a stranger on the street | |
I did it just the other day | |
You should have seen me | |
Oh and i wanna remember this night | |
And how my words never came out right | |
It' s just my patience that keeps me alive | |
Just like all those pretty lights | |
Just like all those pretty lights | |
In the sky | |
There' s something to be said | |
About the colors in your head | |
And how they mix to form | |
The perfect shade of sadness | |
Not because of things i' ve done | |
Or any of the songs i' ve sung | |
It' s just the story of our lives | |
We wish we had this | |
And i remember we stayed up | |
Way past you' re bedtime | |
Up on the 2nd floor | |
Down by my sliding door | |
Just innocent kids | |
In a victimless crime | |
Trapped in a metaphor | |
Hoping for something more |