Song | This Side of the Screen |
Artist | Ides of Space |
Album | There Are No New Clouds |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Haid, Ides Of Space | |
It's everything I miss when you're not here | |
That makes you float away the more that I stay | |
And I'll beg you in ink, so much that I'm afraid | |
Your singing follows me around | |
So I'll send you words and look for tiny little sounds | |
That could send away the memory of days of black and white | |
And of all the folders that we kept there | |
Thinking that we might not need | |
To let a single secret go to make it to the night | |
That's melting through | |
You make me search really hard | |
For things that might exist | |
And for other things that are just never going to be here | |
Though we're wishing them from far | |
And does your sky look like that right now? | |
You're further away and still closer now somehow | |
And though it's not the cliche that we like | |
And though your days aren't black and white | |
We're not yet moving out of spite this time | |
And I'll wish you back here first time around | |
To think from under steady ground | |
And keep on moving around you now | |
You're further away and still closer now somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow |
zuo qu : Haid, Ides Of Space | |
It' s everything I miss when you' re not here | |
That makes you float away the more that I stay | |
And I' ll beg you in ink, so much that I' m afraid | |
Your singing follows me around | |
So I' ll send you words and look for tiny little sounds | |
That could send away the memory of days of black and white | |
And of all the folders that we kept there | |
Thinking that we might not need | |
To let a single secret go to make it to the night | |
That' s melting through | |
You make me search really hard | |
For things that might exist | |
And for other things that are just never going to be here | |
Though we' re wishing them from far | |
And does your sky look like that right now? | |
You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
And though it' s not the cliche that we like | |
And though your days aren' t black and white | |
We' re not yet moving out of spite this time | |
And I' ll wish you back here first time around | |
To think from under steady ground | |
And keep on moving around you now | |
You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow |
zuò qǔ : Haid, Ides Of Space | |
It' s everything I miss when you' re not here | |
That makes you float away the more that I stay | |
And I' ll beg you in ink, so much that I' m afraid | |
Your singing follows me around | |
So I' ll send you words and look for tiny little sounds | |
That could send away the memory of days of black and white | |
And of all the folders that we kept there | |
Thinking that we might not need | |
To let a single secret go to make it to the night | |
That' s melting through | |
You make me search really hard | |
For things that might exist | |
And for other things that are just never going to be here | |
Though we' re wishing them from far | |
And does your sky look like that right now? | |
You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
And though it' s not the cliche that we like | |
And though your days aren' t black and white | |
We' re not yet moving out of spite this time | |
And I' ll wish you back here first time around | |
To think from under steady ground | |
And keep on moving around you now | |
You' re further away and still closer now somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow | |
Somehow |