歌曲 | Bound Red Gideon |
歌手 | Charlene Kaye |
专辑 | Things I Will Need in the Past |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kaye | |
I'd been road bound, drunk on summertime | |
When you up and left | |
Saying doubts about me'd slow been surfacing | |
Like grass through the cement | |
Hotel held a bound red Gideon into which I sunk my teeth | |
Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep | |
Alone, you see | |
With answers few and far between | |
Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief? | |
Cuz I don't know just what I'm looking for | |
A town or a person, a painting, a face | |
A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way | |
Oh me of such little faith | |
There's no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time | |
But time and time again, i think of you and hope you're doing fine | |
Apart and free | |
Just a ghost, how you're meant to be |
zuo qu : Kaye | |
I' d been road bound, drunk on summertime | |
When you up and left | |
Saying doubts about me' d slow been surfacing | |
Like grass through the cement | |
Hotel held a bound red Gideon into which I sunk my teeth | |
Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep | |
Alone, you see | |
With answers few and far between | |
Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief? | |
Cuz I don' t know just what I' m looking for | |
A town or a person, a painting, a face | |
A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way | |
Oh me of such little faith | |
There' s no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time | |
But time and time again, i think of you and hope you' re doing fine | |
Apart and free | |
Just a ghost, how you' re meant to be |
zuò qǔ : Kaye | |
I' d been road bound, drunk on summertime | |
When you up and left | |
Saying doubts about me' d slow been surfacing | |
Like grass through the cement | |
Hotel held a bound red Gideon into which I sunk my teeth | |
Searching for love unconditional, dreaming without sleep | |
Alone, you see | |
With answers few and far between | |
Are you taking sips of loneliness and mouthfuls more of grief? | |
Cuz I don' t know just what I' m looking for | |
A town or a person, a painting, a face | |
A song on my stereo telling me good love is on the way | |
Oh me of such little faith | |
There' s no sense in wondering what was meant or what will be in time | |
But time and time again, i think of you and hope you' re doing fine | |
Apart and free | |
Just a ghost, how you' re meant to be |