Song | The Man Who Isn't There |
Artist | Oren Lavie |
Album | The Opposite Side of the Sea |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Lavie | |
Look at the sky | |
It belonged to a guy that | |
I knowAnd | |
I thought | |
I forgot long ago | |
Look at the trees | |
Didn't stop at the top, not for him | |
Used to borrow the wind for a walk | |
Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
And pretend you see | |
The man who isn't there | |
Look at the sea | |
Used to save all his waves for hellos | |
Used to climb up | |
His highs, down his lows | |
Look at the birds | |
Used to flock as he walked | |
Through the street | |
Used to fly down and march at his feet | |
Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
And pretend to see | |
The man who isn't there |
zuo qu : Lavie | |
Look at the sky | |
It belonged to a guy that | |
I knowAnd | |
I thought | |
I forgot long ago | |
Look at the trees | |
Didn' t stop at the top, not for him | |
Used to borrow the wind for a walk | |
Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
And pretend you see | |
The man who isn' t there | |
Look at the sea | |
Used to save all his waves for hellos | |
Used to climb up | |
His highs, down his lows | |
Look at the birds | |
Used to flock as he walked | |
Through the street | |
Used to fly down and march at his feet | |
Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
And pretend to see | |
The man who isn' t there |
zuò qǔ : Lavie | |
Look at the sky | |
It belonged to a guy that | |
I knowAnd | |
I thought | |
I forgot long ago | |
Look at the trees | |
Didn' t stop at the top, not for him | |
Used to borrow the wind for a walk | |
Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
And pretend you see | |
The man who isn' t there | |
Look at the sea | |
Used to save all his waves for hellos | |
Used to climb up | |
His highs, down his lows | |
Look at the birds | |
Used to flock as he walked | |
Through the street | |
Used to fly down and march at his feet | |
Look in his eyes for a dying flare | |
Look for the wind in his yellow hair | |
And pretend to see | |
The man who isn' t there |