Song | There's Always Sunday |
Artist | Karen Matheson |
Album | The Dreaming Sea |
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作曲 : Grant | |
I'm not afraid I know what's your mind | |
It does not worry me | |
When I hear your name sometimes it's a blade | |
Mostly it's a key. | |
And there's always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There's always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I'll take my chances here with you tonight. | |
You say there's a place where two rivers meet | |
and they flow out to the sea | |
Your drunken grace your eloquence and your smiling face | |
make me want to believe | |
That there's always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There's always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I'll take my chances here with you tonight. | |
So offer me, one more sweet seduction | |
I think you know by now I can take it | |
And tell me this isn't self destruction | |
tell me that you think we can make it | |
And there's always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There's always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I'll take my chances here with you tonight. |
zuo qu : Grant | |
I' m not afraid I know what' s your mind | |
It does not worry me | |
When I hear your name sometimes it' s a blade | |
Mostly it' s a key. | |
And there' s always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There' s always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I' ll take my chances here with you tonight. | |
You say there' s a place where two rivers meet | |
and they flow out to the sea | |
Your drunken grace your eloquence and your smiling face | |
make me want to believe | |
That there' s always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There' s always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I' ll take my chances here with you tonight. | |
So offer me, one more sweet seduction | |
I think you know by now I can take it | |
And tell me this isn' t self destruction | |
tell me that you think we can make it | |
And there' s always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There' s always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I' ll take my chances here with you tonight. |
zuò qǔ : Grant | |
I' m not afraid I know what' s your mind | |
It does not worry me | |
When I hear your name sometimes it' s a blade | |
Mostly it' s a key. | |
And there' s always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There' s always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I' ll take my chances here with you tonight. | |
You say there' s a place where two rivers meet | |
and they flow out to the sea | |
Your drunken grace your eloquence and your smiling face | |
make me want to believe | |
That there' s always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There' s always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I' ll take my chances here with you tonight. | |
So offer me, one more sweet seduction | |
I think you know by now I can take it | |
And tell me this isn' t self destruction | |
tell me that you think we can make it | |
And there' s always Sunday, to change your mind | |
for the craven and the blind | |
There' s always Sunday to change your mind | |
And I' ll take my chances here with you tonight. |