Song | Tether |
Artist | Sarah Harmer |
Album | All of Our Names |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harmer | |
Living this close to the road | |
You'll question your vulnerability | |
Got the curtains closed and there's nothing | |
For those bold coyotes to see | |
Just an airplane in the sky | |
That I hear high up the chimney | |
And the lonely cold coming up | |
To find a warmer place to be | |
After that Christmas I think that I might sleep | |
The whole new year | |
Maybe see if in the spring | |
I come in for an afternoon glass of beer | |
You know I always thought | |
That there'd be lots to talk about | |
But I never see you and I still look when I go out | |
Always so much that feels undone and waiting | |
A pocket that's gaping threads to weave | |
On the top of a pile another melody is aching | |
For a few pretty words to let it be | |
Simple tether hold this together | |
At least to one place | |
So the feelings can't escape into the air | |
'Cause if they do we won't remember that they were even there | |
And filled a moment that we had to spare |
zuo qu : Harmer | |
Living this close to the road | |
You' ll question your vulnerability | |
Got the curtains closed and there' s nothing | |
For those bold coyotes to see | |
Just an airplane in the sky | |
That I hear high up the chimney | |
And the lonely cold coming up | |
To find a warmer place to be | |
After that Christmas I think that I might sleep | |
The whole new year | |
Maybe see if in the spring | |
I come in for an afternoon glass of beer | |
You know I always thought | |
That there' d be lots to talk about | |
But I never see you and I still look when I go out | |
Always so much that feels undone and waiting | |
A pocket that' s gaping threads to weave | |
On the top of a pile another melody is aching | |
For a few pretty words to let it be | |
Simple tether hold this together | |
At least to one place | |
So the feelings can' t escape into the air | |
' Cause if they do we won' t remember that they were even there | |
And filled a moment that we had to spare |
zuò qǔ : Harmer | |
Living this close to the road | |
You' ll question your vulnerability | |
Got the curtains closed and there' s nothing | |
For those bold coyotes to see | |
Just an airplane in the sky | |
That I hear high up the chimney | |
And the lonely cold coming up | |
To find a warmer place to be | |
After that Christmas I think that I might sleep | |
The whole new year | |
Maybe see if in the spring | |
I come in for an afternoon glass of beer | |
You know I always thought | |
That there' d be lots to talk about | |
But I never see you and I still look when I go out | |
Always so much that feels undone and waiting | |
A pocket that' s gaping threads to weave | |
On the top of a pile another melody is aching | |
For a few pretty words to let it be | |
Simple tether hold this together | |
At least to one place | |
So the feelings can' t escape into the air | |
' Cause if they do we won' t remember that they were even there | |
And filled a moment that we had to spare |