Song | Song of 27 |
Artist | Richard Buckner |
Album | Devotion + Doubt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buckner | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
With years that pass without a word | |
I've never seen a moon so high | |
Her name hangs down from there, tonight | |
So, put your little hand away | |
I've seen such needy days before | |
On nights like this, my hope returns | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
A locket just for good luck | |
A pocket knife for long nights | |
And a sleepy little dreamer | |
With still, miles to go | |
27, take me home | |
And pour that last year down my throat | |
The days will fade and the nights will burn | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
I see her in the doorway | |
Staring a hole through it all | |
The first of many fits | |
And the last one was, man, the last one was | |
So check your lock and close your eyes | |
When you wake up, I'll be all right | |
Never tell them where it hurts | |
And keep your bullet, safe inside | |
The wind has wept and the sky is slurred | |
But we slept through the sunrise, too | |
I'm dreaming still of who you were | |
Though, I may be miles away from her |
zuo ci : Buckner | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
With years that pass without a word | |
I' ve never seen a moon so high | |
Her name hangs down from there, tonight | |
So, put your little hand away | |
I' ve seen such needy days before | |
On nights like this, my hope returns | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
A locket just for good luck | |
A pocket knife for long nights | |
And a sleepy little dreamer | |
With still, miles to go | |
27, take me home | |
And pour that last year down my throat | |
The days will fade and the nights will burn | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
I see her in the doorway | |
Staring a hole through it all | |
The first of many fits | |
And the last one was, man, the last one was | |
So check your lock and close your eyes | |
When you wake up, I' ll be all right | |
Never tell them where it hurts | |
And keep your bullet, safe inside | |
The wind has wept and the sky is slurred | |
But we slept through the sunrise, too | |
I' m dreaming still of who you were | |
Though, I may be miles away from her |
zuò cí : Buckner | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
With years that pass without a word | |
I' ve never seen a moon so high | |
Her name hangs down from there, tonight | |
So, put your little hand away | |
I' ve seen such needy days before | |
On nights like this, my hope returns | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
A locket just for good luck | |
A pocket knife for long nights | |
And a sleepy little dreamer | |
With still, miles to go | |
27, take me home | |
And pour that last year down my throat | |
The days will fade and the nights will burn | |
Though, I may be miles away from her | |
I see her in the doorway | |
Staring a hole through it all | |
The first of many fits | |
And the last one was, man, the last one was | |
So check your lock and close your eyes | |
When you wake up, I' ll be all right | |
Never tell them where it hurts | |
And keep your bullet, safe inside | |
The wind has wept and the sky is slurred | |
But we slept through the sunrise, too | |
I' m dreaming still of who you were | |
Though, I may be miles away from her |