Song | Hard Bark on the Family Tree |
Artist | Have Heart |
Album | Songs to Scream at the Sun |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart | |
October leaves on Massachusetts’ trees. | |
A sight so fleetingly free | |
Just how October leaves | |
Just how October leaves | |
Just how October leaves | |
Me | |
On fire with the maple trees, | |
On my knees with these leaves on these boston streets, | |
Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole | |
(one night), one fight, one family swallowed whole. | |
Some things just fall apart | |
Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. | |
Some things just fall apart | |
Some memories continue breaking the cold heart | |
And some sons have a hard time | |
Looking at things the same | |
Looking in their father’s eyes | |
When both their heads hang in shame | |
Highways home become oceans | |
That I just can’t swim | |
And the rusty gates of Eden lock | |
To never let me in. | |
Let me in. | |
Oceans of emotions we’ve go to swim | |
Well I open my eyes | |
I can’t see that family | |
I can’t see that home | |
So I’ll just keep the closed | |
Outside this door with these open arms, | |
With the warmth of the maple tree. | |
If these trees can’t replace scars | |
Then let their leaves just bury me | |
Let their leaves just bury me. |
zuo qu : Flynn, Have Heart | |
October leaves on Massachusetts' trees. | |
A sight so fleetingly free | |
Just how October leaves | |
Just how October leaves | |
Just how October leaves | |
Me | |
On fire with the maple trees, | |
On my knees with these leaves on these boston streets, | |
Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole | |
one night, one fight, one family swallowed whole. | |
Some things just fall apart | |
Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. | |
Some things just fall apart | |
Some memories continue breaking the cold heart | |
And some sons have a hard time | |
Looking at things the same | |
Looking in their father' s eyes | |
When both their heads hang in shame | |
Highways home become oceans | |
That I just can' t swim | |
And the rusty gates of Eden lock | |
To never let me in. | |
Let me in. | |
Oceans of emotions we' ve go to swim | |
Well I open my eyes | |
I can' t see that family | |
I can' t see that home | |
So I' ll just keep the closed | |
Outside this door with these open arms, | |
With the warmth of the maple tree. | |
If these trees can' t replace scars | |
Then let their leaves just bury me | |
Let their leaves just bury me. |
zuò qǔ : Flynn, Have Heart | |
October leaves on Massachusetts' trees. | |
A sight so fleetingly free | |
Just how October leaves | |
Just how October leaves | |
Just how October leaves | |
Me | |
On fire with the maple trees, | |
On my knees with these leaves on these boston streets, | |
Praying to a god a godforsaken summer night stole | |
one night, one fight, one family swallowed whole. | |
Some things just fall apart | |
Some families stand like November trees: barren and stark. | |
Some things just fall apart | |
Some memories continue breaking the cold heart | |
And some sons have a hard time | |
Looking at things the same | |
Looking in their father' s eyes | |
When both their heads hang in shame | |
Highways home become oceans | |
That I just can' t swim | |
And the rusty gates of Eden lock | |
To never let me in. | |
Let me in. | |
Oceans of emotions we' ve go to swim | |
Well I open my eyes | |
I can' t see that family | |
I can' t see that home | |
So I' ll just keep the closed | |
Outside this door with these open arms, | |
With the warmth of the maple tree. | |
If these trees can' t replace scars | |
Then let their leaves just bury me | |
Let their leaves just bury me. |