歌曲 | A Thousand Hours |
歌手 | Alex Day |
专辑 | Parrot Stories |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
If I counted up the hours | |
I spent on the phone to you | |
Or waiting at train stations to meet you | |
I'd give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate | |
And that still wouldn't make up for the sleep you made me lose | |
If someone told me | |
I could have it all back | |
No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be | |
I'd tell that person they don't know me at all | |
Cos you made me who | |
I am and they don't get how much you mean to me | |
This may come as a surprise | |
But I don't care if we fight | |
Cos I'd rather that you lie | |
Than you not be there at all | |
So I'll sing you some clichés | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train | |
So I'll spend another night writing about you all | |
I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia | |
Memories made from | |
Waterloo to | |
Hyde Park, | |
Covent Garden, | |
Camden Market, | |
Squares of | |
Leicester and | |
Trafalgar | |
If someone told me | |
I could give it all back | |
No more hostels or those long goodbyes where no-one wants to go | |
I'd talk about the time we sung in the rain | |
Skipping buses cos you didn't want to leave me to go home | |
This may come as a surprise, | |
But I love the sleepless nights | |
Though I tend to speak my mind | |
I go overboard, | |
I know So | |
I'll sing you some clichés | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train | |
This may come as a surprise | |
But I don't care if we fight | |
Cos I'd rather that you lie | |
Than you not be there at all | |
So I'll sing you some clichés | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train |
If I counted up the hours | |
I spent on the phone to you | |
Or waiting at train stations to meet you | |
I' d give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate | |
And that still wouldn' t make up for the sleep you made me lose | |
If someone told me | |
I could have it all back | |
No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be | |
I' d tell that person they don' t know me at all | |
Cos you made me who | |
I am and they don' t get how much you mean to me | |
This may come as a surprise | |
But I don' t care if we fight | |
Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
Than you not be there at all | |
So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train | |
So I' ll spend another night writing about you all | |
I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia | |
Memories made from | |
Waterloo to | |
Hyde Park, | |
Covent Garden, | |
Camden Market, | |
Squares of | |
Leicester and | |
Trafalgar | |
If someone told me | |
I could give it all back | |
No more hostels or those long goodbyes where noone wants to go | |
I' d talk about the time we sung in the rain | |
Skipping buses cos you didn' t want to leave me to go home | |
This may come as a surprise, | |
But I love the sleepless nights | |
Though I tend to speak my mind | |
I go overboard, | |
I know So | |
I' ll sing you some clich s | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train | |
This may come as a surprise | |
But I don' t care if we fight | |
Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
Than you not be there at all | |
So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train |
If I counted up the hours | |
I spent on the phone to you | |
Or waiting at train stations to meet you | |
I' d give myself maybe a thousand hours estimate | |
And that still wouldn' t make up for the sleep you made me lose | |
If someone told me | |
I could have it all back | |
No more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could be | |
I' d tell that person they don' t know me at all | |
Cos you made me who | |
I am and they don' t get how much you mean to me | |
This may come as a surprise | |
But I don' t care if we fight | |
Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
Than you not be there at all | |
So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train | |
So I' ll spend another night writing about you all | |
I can And revel in our shared sense of nostalgia | |
Memories made from | |
Waterloo to | |
Hyde Park, | |
Covent Garden, | |
Camden Market, | |
Squares of | |
Leicester and | |
Trafalgar | |
If someone told me | |
I could give it all back | |
No more hostels or those long goodbyes where noone wants to go | |
I' d talk about the time we sung in the rain | |
Skipping buses cos you didn' t want to leave me to go home | |
This may come as a surprise, | |
But I love the sleepless nights | |
Though I tend to speak my mind | |
I go overboard, | |
I know So | |
I' ll sing you some clich s | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train | |
This may come as a surprise | |
But I don' t care if we fight | |
Cos I' d rather that you lie | |
Than you not be there at all | |
So I' ll sing you some clich s | |
As I count down day by day | |
Till I board another train |