Song | Frame |
Artist | Kathryn Williams |
Album | Two |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : KATHRYN WILLIAMS/NEILL MACCOLL | |
I used to be a picture | |
on your wall | |
You'd look at me everyday | |
with nowhere to go | |
You've taken me | |
out of your frame | |
A masterpiece rolled | |
under a bed | |
What are your hands | |
going to say | |
Do the walls shiver | |
now they're bare? | |
Do the brass hooks | |
ache for your weight? | |
Now I'm locked up | |
Get out your pens | |
and draw me again | |
You can make it up | |
Make me young | |
make me dance | |
Give me all that I want | |
What am I if I'm not | |
looked at by you? | |
Will I disappear? | |
Will the colours stay | |
brighter in the dark? | |
Is this just like | |
being preserved? | |
Look at that picture | |
on a hotel wall | |
Seen by lonely eyes | |
Don't go into hotels | |
looking for dreams | |
Don't go into them with | |
thoughts of your life | |
Get out your pens and | |
draw me again | |
You can make it up | |
Make me young make me dance | |
Give me all that I want |
zuo qu : KATHRYN WILLIAMS NEILL MACCOLL | |
I used to be a picture | |
on your wall | |
You' d look at me everyday | |
with nowhere to go | |
You' ve taken me | |
out of your frame | |
A masterpiece rolled | |
under a bed | |
What are your hands | |
going to say | |
Do the walls shiver | |
now they' re bare? | |
Do the brass hooks | |
ache for your weight? | |
Now I' m locked up | |
Get out your pens | |
and draw me again | |
You can make it up | |
Make me young | |
make me dance | |
Give me all that I want | |
What am I if I' m not | |
looked at by you? | |
Will I disappear? | |
Will the colours stay | |
brighter in the dark? | |
Is this just like | |
being preserved? | |
Look at that picture | |
on a hotel wall | |
Seen by lonely eyes | |
Don' t go into hotels | |
looking for dreams | |
Don' t go into them with | |
thoughts of your life | |
Get out your pens and | |
draw me again | |
You can make it up | |
Make me young make me dance | |
Give me all that I want |
zuò qǔ : KATHRYN WILLIAMS NEILL MACCOLL | |
I used to be a picture | |
on your wall | |
You' d look at me everyday | |
with nowhere to go | |
You' ve taken me | |
out of your frame | |
A masterpiece rolled | |
under a bed | |
What are your hands | |
going to say | |
Do the walls shiver | |
now they' re bare? | |
Do the brass hooks | |
ache for your weight? | |
Now I' m locked up | |
Get out your pens | |
and draw me again | |
You can make it up | |
Make me young | |
make me dance | |
Give me all that I want | |
What am I if I' m not | |
looked at by you? | |
Will I disappear? | |
Will the colours stay | |
brighter in the dark? | |
Is this just like | |
being preserved? | |
Look at that picture | |
on a hotel wall | |
Seen by lonely eyes | |
Don' t go into hotels | |
looking for dreams | |
Don' t go into them with | |
thoughts of your life | |
Get out your pens and | |
draw me again | |
You can make it up | |
Make me young make me dance | |
Give me all that I want |