Song | Greeting Card Aisle |
Artist | Sarah Harmer |
Album | All of Our Names |
作曲 : Harmer | |
Icy twinkling in the window, | |
It's a sparkle on the snow, | |
Hovering to see if I can see you come and go. | |
I came down the dark road, | |
Arms under my coat, | |
And my breath is nearly freezing my eyes closed. | |
The car that dropped me off, | |
Did it turn around, | |
And watch me walk the long way down | |
Past the glow of town, | |
Like a setting sun, | |
Horizon's alive with electric light | |
And hum. | |
Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
When you called me up, and | |
Held me to the end of your long line | |
Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
Next to Lady Luck | |
Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
There was something about the handwriting that | |
Made me keep every scrap, | |
Something about the way the eyes | |
Looked away at the last. | |
I kept something burning on the sill real low, | |
But now I don't know. | |
Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
When you called me up, and | |
Held me to the end of your long line | |
Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
Next to Lady Luck | |
Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
The wind from the river will swirl like a scream | |
And wrap itself around you. | |
There may be a friend somewhere down the road, | |
But from here you have to walk it out alone. | |
'Cause you were standing in the greeting card aisle | |
When you called me up, and | |
Held me to the end of your long line. | |
And you've got me in your bleeding heart file | |
Next to Lady Luck. | |
And this Light of your Life will not shine twice, | |
This Light has drawn the blind. |
zuò qǔ : Harmer | |
Icy twinkling in the window, | |
It' s a sparkle on the snow, | |
Hovering to see if I can see you come and go. | |
I came down the dark road, | |
Arms under my coat, | |
And my breath is nearly freezing my eyes closed. | |
The car that dropped me off, | |
Did it turn around, | |
And watch me walk the long way down | |
Past the glow of town, | |
Like a setting sun, | |
Horizon' s alive with electric light | |
And hum. | |
Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
When you called me up, and | |
Held me to the end of your long line | |
Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
Next to Lady Luck | |
Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
There was something about the handwriting that | |
Made me keep every scrap, | |
Something about the way the eyes | |
Looked away at the last. | |
I kept something burning on the sill real low, | |
But now I don' t know. | |
Were you standing in the greeting card aisle | |
When you called me up, and | |
Held me to the end of your long line | |
Have you got me in your bleeding heart file | |
Next to Lady Luck | |
Well this Light of your Life has drawn the blind. | |
The wind from the river will swirl like a scream | |
And wrap itself around you. | |
There may be a friend somewhere down the road, | |
But from here you have to walk it out alone. | |
' Cause you were standing in the greeting card aisle | |
When you called me up, and | |
Held me to the end of your long line. | |
And you' ve got me in your bleeding heart file | |
Next to Lady Luck. | |
And this Light of your Life will not shine twice, | |
This Light has drawn the blind. |