Song | I Drive My Friend |
Artist | Frida Hyvönen |
Album | Until Death Comes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hyvönen | |
I drive my friend to the station | |
It's the second day of june | |
Wearing white thin leather gloves | |
And a heady headache from last night | |
Now, you do the talking and i'll keep us on the road | |
I am transporting a treasure here | |
And i'm making sure that he gets home | |
The sun is shining | |
I have everything | |
The strenght to see him off | |
With no promise of his return | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Last night we were drinking in a tiny bar | |
Suddenly you kissed me | |
I'd never felt so good before | |
Now, i'd never claim you but i'll want you 'til i'm gone | |
Want you to walk straight through and | |
Want you to be more and more | |
The clouds aren't crying - they look down on me | |
Who'd wait a million years for your return | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
I drive you down to the station | |
It's a lazy summer's day | |
I've got no extraordinary cards in my hand | |
No words or actions to make you stay | |
You like to be up north and i like it down here | |
And love isn't it just like air | |
You breathe it and it's everywhere | |
The sun is shining | |
I have everything | |
A driver's licence, a car and a song to sing | |
Sing sing sing | |
Sing sing sing | |
Sing |
zuo qu : Hyv nen | |
I drive my friend to the station | |
It' s the second day of june | |
Wearing white thin leather gloves | |
And a heady headache from last night | |
Now, you do the talking and i' ll keep us on the road | |
I am transporting a treasure here | |
And i' m making sure that he gets home | |
The sun is shining | |
I have everything | |
The strenght to see him off | |
With no promise of his return | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Last night we were drinking in a tiny bar | |
Suddenly you kissed me | |
I' d never felt so good before | |
Now, i' d never claim you but i' ll want you ' til i' m gone | |
Want you to walk straight through and | |
Want you to be more and more | |
The clouds aren' t crying they look down on me | |
Who' d wait a million years for your return | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
I drive you down to the station | |
It' s a lazy summer' s day | |
I' ve got no extraordinary cards in my hand | |
No words or actions to make you stay | |
You like to be up north and i like it down here | |
And love isn' t it just like air | |
You breathe it and it' s everywhere | |
The sun is shining | |
I have everything | |
A driver' s licence, a car and a song to sing | |
Sing sing sing | |
Sing sing sing | |
Sing |
zuò qǔ : Hyv nen | |
I drive my friend to the station | |
It' s the second day of june | |
Wearing white thin leather gloves | |
And a heady headache from last night | |
Now, you do the talking and i' ll keep us on the road | |
I am transporting a treasure here | |
And i' m making sure that he gets home | |
The sun is shining | |
I have everything | |
The strenght to see him off | |
With no promise of his return | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Last night we were drinking in a tiny bar | |
Suddenly you kissed me | |
I' d never felt so good before | |
Now, i' d never claim you but i' ll want you ' til i' m gone | |
Want you to walk straight through and | |
Want you to be more and more | |
The clouds aren' t crying they look down on me | |
Who' d wait a million years for your return | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
Turn turn turn | |
I drive you down to the station | |
It' s a lazy summer' s day | |
I' ve got no extraordinary cards in my hand | |
No words or actions to make you stay | |
You like to be up north and i like it down here | |
And love isn' t it just like air | |
You breathe it and it' s everywhere | |
The sun is shining | |
I have everything | |
A driver' s licence, a car and a song to sing | |
Sing sing sing | |
Sing sing sing | |
Sing |