歌曲 | My Life in Rooms |
歌手 | Barzin |
专辑 | My Life in Rooms |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Barzin | |
My life in rooms | |
And your life in books | |
Somewhere between | |
That's where we meet | |
Everything's like a photograph | |
We're hanging on the walls | |
Picture frames and postcards | |
We're in love | |
With everything | |
That is lost | |
You and I know | |
That there is no God | |
So we clean the house | |
We go out for drives | |
So you go now to your books | |
And I go to my rooms | |
And everything is so soft | |
When we are hiding out | |
In these rooms | |
Everything's like a photograph | |
We're hanging on the walls | |
Picture frames and postcards | |
We're in love | |
With everything that's lost | |
You go now to your books | |
And I go to my rooms | |
And everything is so soft | |
When we are hiding out | |
In these rooms |
zuo qu : Barzin | |
My life in rooms | |
And your life in books | |
Somewhere between | |
That' s where we meet | |
Everything' s like a photograph | |
We' re hanging on the walls | |
Picture frames and postcards | |
We' re in love | |
With everything | |
That is lost | |
You and I know | |
That there is no God | |
So we clean the house | |
We go out for drives | |
So you go now to your books | |
And I go to my rooms | |
And everything is so soft | |
When we are hiding out | |
In these rooms | |
Everything' s like a photograph | |
We' re hanging on the walls | |
Picture frames and postcards | |
We' re in love | |
With everything that' s lost | |
You go now to your books | |
And I go to my rooms | |
And everything is so soft | |
When we are hiding out | |
In these rooms |
zuò qǔ : Barzin | |
My life in rooms | |
And your life in books | |
Somewhere between | |
That' s where we meet | |
Everything' s like a photograph | |
We' re hanging on the walls | |
Picture frames and postcards | |
We' re in love | |
With everything | |
That is lost | |
You and I know | |
That there is no God | |
So we clean the house | |
We go out for drives | |
So you go now to your books | |
And I go to my rooms | |
And everything is so soft | |
When we are hiding out | |
In these rooms | |
Everything' s like a photograph | |
We' re hanging on the walls | |
Picture frames and postcards | |
We' re in love | |
With everything that' s lost | |
You go now to your books | |
And I go to my rooms | |
And everything is so soft | |
When we are hiding out | |
In these rooms |