歌曲 | All That Time |
歌手 | Fernando Ortega |
专辑 | Fernando Ortega |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ortega, Rubenstein | |
Roses outside the window screen | |
A breeze that lingers in the blinds | |
A song and a prayer to slow the time | |
A couple of chairs pulled in a line | |
He remembers to breathe and then forgets | |
He says, come on, we let him rest | |
Into the golden afternoon | |
Much too long and over soon | |
This is the moment that lovers part | |
He tries to take her but he cannot | |
The long years ending with a sign | |
And all the anguish, all that time | |
It may have been love that held them fast | |
Or want of love that made it last | |
Our long arms hanging at our sides | |
All that time, all that time | |
Wasn't it love that made him cry? | |
And love that seemed to pass him by | |
The voices raised, the voices kind | |
And then the silence, for all that time | |
This is the ending we will take | |
For one another, for always | |
A well of tears, a wall of pride | |
And all our love, for all that time |
zuo qu : Ortega, Rubenstein | |
Roses outside the window screen | |
A breeze that lingers in the blinds | |
A song and a prayer to slow the time | |
A couple of chairs pulled in a line | |
He remembers to breathe and then forgets | |
He says, come on, we let him rest | |
Into the golden afternoon | |
Much too long and over soon | |
This is the moment that lovers part | |
He tries to take her but he cannot | |
The long years ending with a sign | |
And all the anguish, all that time | |
It may have been love that held them fast | |
Or want of love that made it last | |
Our long arms hanging at our sides | |
All that time, all that time | |
Wasn' t it love that made him cry? | |
And love that seemed to pass him by | |
The voices raised, the voices kind | |
And then the silence, for all that time | |
This is the ending we will take | |
For one another, for always | |
A well of tears, a wall of pride | |
And all our love, for all that time |
zuò qǔ : Ortega, Rubenstein | |
Roses outside the window screen | |
A breeze that lingers in the blinds | |
A song and a prayer to slow the time | |
A couple of chairs pulled in a line | |
He remembers to breathe and then forgets | |
He says, come on, we let him rest | |
Into the golden afternoon | |
Much too long and over soon | |
This is the moment that lovers part | |
He tries to take her but he cannot | |
The long years ending with a sign | |
And all the anguish, all that time | |
It may have been love that held them fast | |
Or want of love that made it last | |
Our long arms hanging at our sides | |
All that time, all that time | |
Wasn' t it love that made him cry? | |
And love that seemed to pass him by | |
The voices raised, the voices kind | |
And then the silence, for all that time | |
This is the ending we will take | |
For one another, for always | |
A well of tears, a wall of pride | |
And all our love, for all that time |