歌曲 | One For The Aether |
歌手 | Ruarri Joseph |
专辑 | Both Sides Of The Coin |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I’d stop and talk but it’s cold in here | |
And you’re out of social graces and of cheer | |
You need the space and time to muse | |
And I know you think that’s just a poor excuse | |
And I’d rather share your company | |
When the peccadillo’s ripe | |
And it’s worth it’s weight in lead my friend | |
When the mood has caught you right | |
And caught you well | |
It’s not a vacancy I’m proud of | |
And I shouldn’t sing so soon | |
It’s your own two feet you need right now | |
Not me and this old tune | |
So this one’s for the aether | |
And this one’s for the past | |
To mull and chew in times gone by | |
I hope it never lasts, never lasts | |
We matched in drive and we matched indeed | |
Glued together with ambition to succeed | |
But life shook worlds and we slipped by | |
Like two acorns from the same branch | |
That descended from the sky | |
And I’d rather share your company | |
When the peccadillo’s ripe | |
And it’s worth it’s weight in lead my friend | |
When the mood has caught you right | |
And caught you well | |
It’s not a vacancy I’m proud of | |
And I shouldn’t sing so soon | |
It’s your own two feet you need right now | |
Not me and this old tune | |
So this one’s for the aether | |
And this one’s for the past | |
To mull and chew in times gone by | |
I hope it never lasts, never lasts |
I' d stop and talk but it' s cold in here | |
And you' re out of social graces and of cheer | |
You need the space and time to muse | |
And I know you think that' s just a poor excuse | |
And I' d rather share your company | |
When the peccadillo' s ripe | |
And it' s worth it' s weight in lead my friend | |
When the mood has caught you right | |
And caught you well | |
It' s not a vacancy I' m proud of | |
And I shouldn' t sing so soon | |
It' s your own two feet you need right now | |
Not me and this old tune | |
So this one' s for the aether | |
And this one' s for the past | |
To mull and chew in times gone by | |
I hope it never lasts, never lasts | |
We matched in drive and we matched indeed | |
Glued together with ambition to succeed | |
But life shook worlds and we slipped by | |
Like two acorns from the same branch | |
That descended from the sky | |
And I' d rather share your company | |
When the peccadillo' s ripe | |
And it' s worth it' s weight in lead my friend | |
When the mood has caught you right | |
And caught you well | |
It' s not a vacancy I' m proud of | |
And I shouldn' t sing so soon | |
It' s your own two feet you need right now | |
Not me and this old tune | |
So this one' s for the aether | |
And this one' s for the past | |
To mull and chew in times gone by | |
I hope it never lasts, never lasts |
I' d stop and talk but it' s cold in here | |
And you' re out of social graces and of cheer | |
You need the space and time to muse | |
And I know you think that' s just a poor excuse | |
And I' d rather share your company | |
When the peccadillo' s ripe | |
And it' s worth it' s weight in lead my friend | |
When the mood has caught you right | |
And caught you well | |
It' s not a vacancy I' m proud of | |
And I shouldn' t sing so soon | |
It' s your own two feet you need right now | |
Not me and this old tune | |
So this one' s for the aether | |
And this one' s for the past | |
To mull and chew in times gone by | |
I hope it never lasts, never lasts | |
We matched in drive and we matched indeed | |
Glued together with ambition to succeed | |
But life shook worlds and we slipped by | |
Like two acorns from the same branch | |
That descended from the sky | |
And I' d rather share your company | |
When the peccadillo' s ripe | |
And it' s worth it' s weight in lead my friend | |
When the mood has caught you right | |
And caught you well | |
It' s not a vacancy I' m proud of | |
And I shouldn' t sing so soon | |
It' s your own two feet you need right now | |
Not me and this old tune | |
So this one' s for the aether | |
And this one' s for the past | |
To mull and chew in times gone by | |
I hope it never lasts, never lasts |