歌曲 | Even in Corners |
歌手 | Josh Pyke |
专辑 | Chimney's Afire |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
It feels colder | |
Than I remember | |
But the cold I always try to forget | |
In the summer | |
My mind tries to | |
Lock away the warmth of the sun | |
But we’re getting older | |
Although we feel we are | |
Still babes in arms | |
And even in corners | |
There lies a glory | |
When all of our doors | |
Swell up in their frames | |
I know it will be raining soon | |
And we’ll all be changing | |
I know now | |
Our minds are | |
A made up thing | |
There was magic | |
In my grandmother’s house | |
When I was just barely a boy | |
I’d go searching | |
With my sisters | |
Through rooms where our mother | |
Used to sleep | |
But we’re getting older | |
Although we feel we are | |
Still babes in arms |
It feels colder | |
Than I remember | |
But the cold I always try to forget | |
In the summer | |
My mind tries to | |
Lock away the warmth of the sun | |
But we' re getting older | |
Although we feel we are | |
Still babes in arms | |
And even in corners | |
There lies a glory | |
When all of our doors | |
Swell up in their frames | |
I know it will be raining soon | |
And we' ll all be changing | |
I know now | |
Our minds are | |
A made up thing | |
There was magic | |
In my grandmother' s house | |
When I was just barely a boy | |
I' d go searching | |
With my sisters | |
Through rooms where our mother | |
Used to sleep | |
But we' re getting older | |
Although we feel we are | |
Still babes in arms |
It feels colder | |
Than I remember | |
But the cold I always try to forget | |
In the summer | |
My mind tries to | |
Lock away the warmth of the sun | |
But we' re getting older | |
Although we feel we are | |
Still babes in arms | |
And even in corners | |
There lies a glory | |
When all of our doors | |
Swell up in their frames | |
I know it will be raining soon | |
And we' ll all be changing | |
I know now | |
Our minds are | |
A made up thing | |
There was magic | |
In my grandmother' s house | |
When I was just barely a boy | |
I' d go searching | |
With my sisters | |
Through rooms where our mother | |
Used to sleep | |
But we' re getting older | |
Although we feel we are | |
Still babes in arms |