Song | Telephone Wires |
Artist | Mirah |
Album | You Think It's Like This But Really It's Like ... |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mirah | |
Lean in close and speak to me low | |
Tell me things you want me to know | |
'Cause i want to be the one | |
You need to | |
Lean to | |
Speak to me low | |
Regretful it's the time of year for letting go | |
Wasting all my time 'cause you just tease me | |
Please leave me alone | |
Scared of the feeling of you coming home | |
I'm leaning out the open windows | |
Looking into the alley below | |
Rooftops black and the moon's hanging low | |
And the telephone wires | |
That carry the sound | |
Stretch across the sky | |
And under the ground | |
And i will be here | |
When you come back | |
And speak to me low | |
Speak to me low | |
I'll pretend that | |
It's okay | |
We'll just be friends | |
So the wires say | |
But i will be here | |
When you come back | |
And speak to me low | |
Speak to me low |
zuo ci : Mirah | |
Lean in close and speak to me low | |
Tell me things you want me to know | |
' Cause i want to be the one | |
You need to | |
Lean to | |
Speak to me low | |
Regretful it' s the time of year for letting go | |
Wasting all my time ' cause you just tease me | |
Please leave me alone | |
Scared of the feeling of you coming home | |
I' m leaning out the open windows | |
Looking into the alley below | |
Rooftops black and the moon' s hanging low | |
And the telephone wires | |
That carry the sound | |
Stretch across the sky | |
And under the ground | |
And i will be here | |
When you come back | |
And speak to me low | |
Speak to me low | |
I' ll pretend that | |
It' s okay | |
We' ll just be friends | |
So the wires say | |
But i will be here | |
When you come back | |
And speak to me low | |
Speak to me low |
zuò cí : Mirah | |
Lean in close and speak to me low | |
Tell me things you want me to know | |
' Cause i want to be the one | |
You need to | |
Lean to | |
Speak to me low | |
Regretful it' s the time of year for letting go | |
Wasting all my time ' cause you just tease me | |
Please leave me alone | |
Scared of the feeling of you coming home | |
I' m leaning out the open windows | |
Looking into the alley below | |
Rooftops black and the moon' s hanging low | |
And the telephone wires | |
That carry the sound | |
Stretch across the sky | |
And under the ground | |
And i will be here | |
When you come back | |
And speak to me low | |
Speak to me low | |
I' ll pretend that | |
It' s okay | |
We' ll just be friends | |
So the wires say | |
But i will be here | |
When you come back | |
And speak to me low | |
Speak to me low |