Song | Here Comes the Phantom |
Artist | The Clientele |
Album | God Save the Clientele |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clientele, MacLean | |
April in my mind | |
But I can't sleep | |
So I took a walk | |
Around the trees | |
And what did I see? | |
Summer waits in the leaves | |
As lovely as I've ever known | |
Happiness just comes and goes | |
My heart was playing like a violin | |
Sunday and she called again | |
Now where can I go? | |
Somewhere the wind don't blow me | |
Back into the conversations | |
Promises and situations, yeah | |
It's all castles in the air | |
The phantom fighting crime | |
In the streets | |
Lonely cops pick flowers | |
On their beats | |
And what do they see? | |
Summer waits in the leaves | |
As lovely as they've ever known | |
Happiness just comes and goes | |
My heart was playing like a violin | |
Sunday and she called again | |
Now where can I go? | |
Somewhere the wind don't blow me | |
Back into the conversations | |
Promises and situations, yeah | |
It's all castles in the air | |
All the dreams that you dream | |
I hope that they are all of me | |
I hope that they are all of me | |
It's the phantom | |
Here comes the phantom |
zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean | |
April in my mind | |
But I can' t sleep | |
So I took a walk | |
Around the trees | |
And what did I see? | |
Summer waits in the leaves | |
As lovely as I' ve ever known | |
Happiness just comes and goes | |
My heart was playing like a violin | |
Sunday and she called again | |
Now where can I go? | |
Somewhere the wind don' t blow me | |
Back into the conversations | |
Promises and situations, yeah | |
It' s all castles in the air | |
The phantom fighting crime | |
In the streets | |
Lonely cops pick flowers | |
On their beats | |
And what do they see? | |
Summer waits in the leaves | |
As lovely as they' ve ever known | |
Happiness just comes and goes | |
My heart was playing like a violin | |
Sunday and she called again | |
Now where can I go? | |
Somewhere the wind don' t blow me | |
Back into the conversations | |
Promises and situations, yeah | |
It' s all castles in the air | |
All the dreams that you dream | |
I hope that they are all of me | |
I hope that they are all of me | |
It' s the phantom | |
Here comes the phantom |
zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean | |
April in my mind | |
But I can' t sleep | |
So I took a walk | |
Around the trees | |
And what did I see? | |
Summer waits in the leaves | |
As lovely as I' ve ever known | |
Happiness just comes and goes | |
My heart was playing like a violin | |
Sunday and she called again | |
Now where can I go? | |
Somewhere the wind don' t blow me | |
Back into the conversations | |
Promises and situations, yeah | |
It' s all castles in the air | |
The phantom fighting crime | |
In the streets | |
Lonely cops pick flowers | |
On their beats | |
And what do they see? | |
Summer waits in the leaves | |
As lovely as they' ve ever known | |
Happiness just comes and goes | |
My heart was playing like a violin | |
Sunday and she called again | |
Now where can I go? | |
Somewhere the wind don' t blow me | |
Back into the conversations | |
Promises and situations, yeah | |
It' s all castles in the air | |
All the dreams that you dream | |
I hope that they are all of me | |
I hope that they are all of me | |
It' s the phantom | |
Here comes the phantom |