Song | End of the Runway |
Artist | The Brunettes |
Album | Holding Hands, Feeding Ducks |
作曲 : Bree | |
at the end of the runway | |
that's where we go | |
under the stars | |
to watch the planes come and go | |
we'll see them little ones and big jumbo jets | |
I'll kiss her and then we forget about | |
all of the bad things that get us down | |
just holdin' each other | |
and listening to the crickets' sound | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
at the end of the runway | |
well, that's where they go | |
and feelings grow and grow | |
and to the end of the runway | |
well, that's where we'll go | |
that's where feelings grow and grow | |
here we go | |
well, I see the girls and boys | |
as each other's hearts they're trying to win | |
they may take a walk along a beach somewhere | |
or go to a planetarium | |
with all its magic and wonder | |
well, it's the same magic I feel | |
when I'm lying back beneath the stars, yeah | |
way in the outskirts from my home town | |
just holdin' each other | |
and listening to the crickets' sound | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
at the end of the runway | |
well, that's where they go | |
and feelings grow and grow | |
and to the end of the runway | |
well, that's where we'll go | |
that's where feelings grow and grow | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo |
zuò qǔ : Bree | |
at the end of the runway | |
that' s where we go | |
under the stars | |
to watch the planes come and go | |
we' ll see them little ones and big jumbo jets | |
I' ll kiss her and then we forget about | |
all of the bad things that get us down | |
just holdin' each other | |
and listening to the crickets' sound | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
at the end of the runway | |
well, that' s where they go | |
and feelings grow and grow | |
and to the end of the runway | |
well, that' s where we' ll go | |
that' s where feelings grow and grow | |
here we go | |
well, I see the girls and boys | |
as each other' s hearts they' re trying to win | |
they may take a walk along a beach somewhere | |
or go to a planetarium | |
with all its magic and wonder | |
well, it' s the same magic I feel | |
when I' m lying back beneath the stars, yeah | |
way in the outskirts from my home town | |
just holdin' each other | |
and listening to the crickets' sound | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
at the end of the runway | |
well, that' s where they go | |
and feelings grow and grow | |
and to the end of the runway | |
well, that' s where we' ll go | |
that' s where feelings grow and grow | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo | |
sha la la la la la | |
ooo |