歌曲 | Pumpkin Soup |
歌手 | Patrick Wolf |
专辑 | The Patrick Wolf Ep |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Sometime in the evening | |
I find a green spot in this town and hide myself | |
Thinking of those circling skies | |
It takes me back to another time of duffel coats | |
And drawing lines in the late | |
September evening sand | |
The pumpkin soup on the table, the late | |
September sun | |
A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone | |
Autumn’s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine | |
Embrace the moment ‘cos everything changes and all this will too | |
Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill | |
It’s so beautiful but things are gonna change | |
The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun | |
A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on | |
The circling sky of seagulls the late | |
September sun | |
I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone | |
Undone Pedal home, pedal home | |
Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening | |
There’s soup on the table but don’t let go it cold, no, no, no | |
As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean | |
You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer | |
Its last breath of summer | |
The pumpkin soup on the table the late | |
September sun | |
Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone |
Sometime in the evening | |
I find a green spot in this town and hide myself | |
Thinking of those circling skies | |
It takes me back to another time of duffel coats | |
And drawing lines in the late | |
September evening sand | |
The pumpkin soup on the table, the late | |
September sun | |
A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone | |
Autumn' s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine | |
Embrace the moment ' cos everything changes and all this will too | |
Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill | |
It' s so beautiful but things are gonna change | |
The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun | |
A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on | |
The circling sky of seagulls the late | |
September sun | |
I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone | |
Undone Pedal home, pedal home | |
Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening | |
There' s soup on the table but don' t let go it cold, no, no, no | |
As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean | |
You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer | |
Its last breath of summer | |
The pumpkin soup on the table the late | |
September sun | |
Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone |
Sometime in the evening | |
I find a green spot in this town and hide myself | |
Thinking of those circling skies | |
It takes me back to another time of duffel coats | |
And drawing lines in the late | |
September evening sand | |
The pumpkin soup on the table, the late | |
September sun | |
A glow from the future, a sorrow yet to be undone | |
Autumn' s brown sturdy fingers are embedding bouquets up and down your spine | |
Embrace the moment ' cos everything changes and all this will too | |
Today you debut your birthday bike on the hill | |
It' s so beautiful but things are gonna change | |
The pumpkin soup as warm as an evening sun | |
A glow from the future a sorrow yet to be passed on | |
The circling sky of seagulls the late | |
September sun | |
I dream of a future, a dream that sorrow has undone | |
Undone Pedal home, pedal home | |
Your mother is baking your favorite apples this evening | |
There' s soup on the table but don' t let go it cold, no, no, no | |
As you push your bike up the garden path you turn to the ocean | |
You watch as autumn takes its last breath of summer | |
Its last breath of summer | |
The pumpkin soup on the table the late | |
September sun | |
Just dream of a future and then the sorrow is undone |