歌曲 | Haymaking Time |
歌手 | City Boy |
专辑 | City Boy |
作曲 : Broughton, Mason | |
Broughton-Mason | |
The first thing I saw was the sun on your skin. | |
Dew on the doorstep, the milk to take in to the house. | |
A mouse running rafters, the cat running after, to catch him a playmate. | |
They tell me it's Haymaking Time again. | |
The next thing I knew we were sitting apart | |
You in pajamas and me with my heart on your sleeve. | |
Don't go, leave the day spoiled, wait till the egg's boiled, what's in a moment. | |
Indulging in sentimentality. | |
You know it's not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
You know it's not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
It's not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
It's not very bright, but you do it anyhow. | |
Memories shelter in days such as these | |
Love still remembered in visions you cast with the breeze | |
Wax on the candle, sand in your sandals, they weather the seasons | |
Who cares about reasoning anyway. | |
You know it's not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
You know it's not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
It's not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
It's not very bright, but you do it anyhow. |
zuò qǔ : Broughton, Mason | |
BroughtonMason | |
The first thing I saw was the sun on your skin. | |
Dew on the doorstep, the milk to take in to the house. | |
A mouse running rafters, the cat running after, to catch him a playmate. | |
They tell me it' s Haymaking Time again. | |
The next thing I knew we were sitting apart | |
You in pajamas and me with my heart on your sleeve. | |
Don' t go, leave the day spoiled, wait till the egg' s boiled, what' s in a moment. | |
Indulging in sentimentality. | |
You know it' s not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
You know it' s not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
It' s not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
It' s not very bright, but you do it anyhow. | |
Memories shelter in days such as these | |
Love still remembered in visions you cast with the breeze | |
Wax on the candle, sand in your sandals, they weather the seasons | |
Who cares about reasoning anyway. | |
You know it' s not right, to make a song and dance over night. | |
You know it' s not right, but you do it anyhow. | |
It' s not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light. | |
It' s not very bright, but you do it anyhow. |