歌曲 | Graycoated Morning |
歌手 | David & the Citizens |
专辑 | Until the Sadness Is Gone |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fridlund | |
All these graycoated mornings pass | |
just like water poured on wax | |
you watch the sun make another lap | |
then fall into this gap of nothingness | |
where everything's prefab and everything's dead | |
and every little thing get's inside your | |
head | |
as you watch these graycoated mornings | |
pass | |
and it feels just like you feed on broken | |
glass | |
walking through the kitchen now | |
all a mess and maybe somehow | |
this could be like the saddest story | |
- the one about the redhead and her family, | |
choking on the things they say | |
like one line of good words could save the day | |
and summer comes | |
to knock me off my feet | |
you will be gone | |
but still inside of me | |
I'll pin your words | |
of sadness and grief | |
into my skin | |
until you're within | |
all these graycoated mornings pass | |
like none of this won't ever last | |
you're hanging in the air 'round here | |
like a thought that slowly disappears | |
and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill | |
from the top of the boat, my heart stood still | |
but I won't cry | |
I'm not crying, honey | |
I'm dying |
zuo qu : Fridlund | |
All these graycoated mornings pass | |
just like water poured on wax | |
you watch the sun make another lap | |
then fall into this gap of nothingness | |
where everything' s prefab and everything' s dead | |
and every little thing get' s inside your | |
head | |
as you watch these graycoated mornings | |
pass | |
and it feels just like you feed on broken | |
glass | |
walking through the kitchen now | |
all a mess and maybe somehow | |
this could be like the saddest story | |
the one about the redhead and her family, | |
choking on the things they say | |
like one line of good words could save the day | |
and summer comes | |
to knock me off my feet | |
you will be gone | |
but still inside of me | |
I' ll pin your words | |
of sadness and grief | |
into my skin | |
until you' re within | |
all these graycoated mornings pass | |
like none of this won' t ever last | |
you' re hanging in the air ' round here | |
like a thought that slowly disappears | |
and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill | |
from the top of the boat, my heart stood still | |
but I won' t cry | |
I' m not crying, honey | |
I' m dying |
zuò qǔ : Fridlund | |
All these graycoated mornings pass | |
just like water poured on wax | |
you watch the sun make another lap | |
then fall into this gap of nothingness | |
where everything' s prefab and everything' s dead | |
and every little thing get' s inside your | |
head | |
as you watch these graycoated mornings | |
pass | |
and it feels just like you feed on broken | |
glass | |
walking through the kitchen now | |
all a mess and maybe somehow | |
this could be like the saddest story | |
the one about the redhead and her family, | |
choking on the things they say | |
like one line of good words could save the day | |
and summer comes | |
to knock me off my feet | |
you will be gone | |
but still inside of me | |
I' ll pin your words | |
of sadness and grief | |
into my skin | |
until you' re within | |
all these graycoated mornings pass | |
like none of this won' t ever last | |
you' re hanging in the air ' round here | |
like a thought that slowly disappears | |
and when I saw your silhouette climb the hill | |
from the top of the boat, my heart stood still | |
but I won' t cry | |
I' m not crying, honey | |
I' m dying |