Song | Things to Forget |
Artist | Sarah Harmer |
Album | All of Our Names |
作曲 : Harmer | |
I got to put some things in the ground | |
Even with this season coming around | |
It's green's last gasp | |
And leaves brown | |
And autumn days are winding down | |
I got to get it out of my head | |
And make good on some things i've said | |
In case you overheard my plans | |
And find me out as the talker that I am | |
But holidays are made for reading | |
And remembering things that are worth repeating | |
In the clatter of the afternoon | |
In the sunlight that is left | |
We can make a list of things to forget | |
Maybe the drive was a little too long | |
Can we pull over to the shoulder so I can write this song | |
The carpet they laid out is a grey shade of red | |
Road work ahead | |
That's what we said | |
But holidays are made for reading | |
And remembering things that are worth repeating | |
In the clatter of the afternoon | |
In the sunlight that is left | |
We can make a list of things | |
To forget the false starts | |
And the loose strings | |
The feelings of regret that ring | |
On a day when you haven't done much of anything |
zuò qǔ : Harmer | |
I got to put some things in the ground | |
Even with this season coming around | |
It' s green' s last gasp | |
And leaves brown | |
And autumn days are winding down | |
I got to get it out of my head | |
And make good on some things i' ve said | |
In case you overheard my plans | |
And find me out as the talker that I am | |
But holidays are made for reading | |
And remembering things that are worth repeating | |
In the clatter of the afternoon | |
In the sunlight that is left | |
We can make a list of things to forget | |
Maybe the drive was a little too long | |
Can we pull over to the shoulder so I can write this song | |
The carpet they laid out is a grey shade of red | |
Road work ahead | |
That' s what we said | |
But holidays are made for reading | |
And remembering things that are worth repeating | |
In the clatter of the afternoon | |
In the sunlight that is left | |
We can make a list of things | |
To forget the false starts | |
And the loose strings | |
The feelings of regret that ring | |
On a day when you haven' t done much of anything |