Song | I Miss My Sky (Amelia Earhart's Last Days) |
Artist | Heather Nova |
Album | Red Bird |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Nova | |
I bury myself in the leaves to sleep | |
The sun so strong and rage so deep | |
I keep waking to find | |
I've been dreaming again | |
And the sound of the ocean is not a plane | |
And far away they talk about me | |
In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties | |
I'm a heroine and a tragic figure | |
I'm a heroine as | |
I'm lying here | |
Beneath my sky | |
And sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I cry Sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder Why we're always coming down | |
And why we need to touch the ground | |
And why I didn't keep on heading right on up to heaven | |
I miss my sky | |
Here from below the clouds are shadows | |
Not the golden mountains | |
I used to fly through | |
Here from below the sky?s a painting | |
In a child's room with the future waiting | |
But not for me | |
I look up at the birds flying overhead | |
My sentinel's true but the signals dead | |
It's been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow | |
And the poetry and the best of me | |
And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me | |
All fell into the azure sea | |
In the tailspin with the last of me | |
And my wings, and my song, all that | |
I knew is dead and gone | |
I'm weak and tired but my will is strong | |
And my hope lives on, my hope lives on | |
S But sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I cry Sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder Why we're always coming down | |
Why we need to touch the ground | |
Why I didn't keep on heading | |
Right on up to heaven | |
I miss my sky | |
I miss my sky |
zuo ci : Nova | |
I bury myself in the leaves to sleep | |
The sun so strong and rage so deep | |
I keep waking to find | |
I' ve been dreaming again | |
And the sound of the ocean is not a plane | |
And far away they talk about me | |
In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties | |
I' m a heroine and a tragic figure | |
I' m a heroine as | |
I' m lying here | |
Beneath my sky | |
And sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I cry Sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
And why we need to touch the ground | |
And why I didn' t keep on heading right on up to heaven | |
I miss my sky | |
Here from below the clouds are shadows | |
Not the golden mountains | |
I used to fly through | |
Here from below the sky? s a painting | |
In a child' s room with the future waiting | |
But not for me | |
I look up at the birds flying overhead | |
My sentinel' s true but the signals dead | |
It' s been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow | |
And the poetry and the best of me | |
And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me | |
All fell into the azure sea | |
In the tailspin with the last of me | |
And my wings, and my song, all that | |
I knew is dead and gone | |
I' m weak and tired but my will is strong | |
And my hope lives on, my hope lives on | |
S But sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I cry Sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
Why we need to touch the ground | |
Why I didn' t keep on heading | |
Right on up to heaven | |
I miss my sky | |
I miss my sky |
zuò cí : Nova | |
I bury myself in the leaves to sleep | |
The sun so strong and rage so deep | |
I keep waking to find | |
I' ve been dreaming again | |
And the sound of the ocean is not a plane | |
And far away they talk about me | |
In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties | |
I' m a heroine and a tragic figure | |
I' m a heroine as | |
I' m lying here | |
Beneath my sky | |
And sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I cry Sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
And why we need to touch the ground | |
And why I didn' t keep on heading right on up to heaven | |
I miss my sky | |
Here from below the clouds are shadows | |
Not the golden mountains | |
I used to fly through | |
Here from below the sky? s a painting | |
In a child' s room with the future waiting | |
But not for me | |
I look up at the birds flying overhead | |
My sentinel' s true but the signals dead | |
It' s been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow | |
And the poetry and the best of me | |
And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me | |
All fell into the azure sea | |
In the tailspin with the last of me | |
And my wings, and my song, all that | |
I knew is dead and gone | |
I' m weak and tired but my will is strong | |
And my hope lives on, my hope lives on | |
S But sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I cry Sometimes | |
Sometimes | |
I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
Why we need to touch the ground | |
Why I didn' t keep on heading | |
Right on up to heaven | |
I miss my sky | |
I miss my sky |