| 作曲 : Acorn, Klausener | |
| lost in colors | |
| painted with silver dice | |
| printed on fading sheets | |
| with yellows, greys and whites | |
| harmonies couldn't get you to say | |
| your voice always carrying | |
| you further from my own | |
| think of me | |
| I know you'll always feed | |
| the buoy that's out to sea | |
| guiding me to your deep deep deep | |
| maplebees | |
| kept them from stinging me | |
| they hovered around my tree | |
| and about your trembling leaves | |
| but oh, oh, oh you kept the door open | |
| your long dark silouette | |
| flushed to the frame | |
| the flattery of young women | |
| can keep a man hoping | |
| but nothing could compare to you calling my name | |
| think of me | |
| gaslights and silver streams | |
| shadows and arteries | |
| that bleed from your heart back to me |
| zuo qu : Acorn, Klausener | |
| lost in colors | |
| painted with silver dice | |
| printed on fading sheets | |
| with yellows, greys and whites | |
| harmonies couldn' t get you to say | |
| your voice always carrying | |
| you further from my own | |
| think of me | |
| I know you' ll always feed | |
| the buoy that' s out to sea | |
| guiding me to your deep deep deep | |
| maplebees | |
| kept them from stinging me | |
| they hovered around my tree | |
| and about your trembling leaves | |
| but oh, oh, oh you kept the door open | |
| your long dark silouette | |
| flushed to the frame | |
| the flattery of young women | |
| can keep a man hoping | |
| but nothing could compare to you calling my name | |
| think of me | |
| gaslights and silver streams | |
| shadows and arteries | |
| that bleed from your heart back to me |
| zuò qǔ : Acorn, Klausener | |
| lost in colors | |
| painted with silver dice | |
| printed on fading sheets | |
| with yellows, greys and whites | |
| harmonies couldn' t get you to say | |
| your voice always carrying | |
| you further from my own | |
| think of me | |
| I know you' ll always feed | |
| the buoy that' s out to sea | |
| guiding me to your deep deep deep | |
| maplebees | |
| kept them from stinging me | |
| they hovered around my tree | |
| and about your trembling leaves | |
| but oh, oh, oh you kept the door open | |
| your long dark silouette | |
| flushed to the frame | |
| the flattery of young women | |
| can keep a man hoping | |
| but nothing could compare to you calling my name | |
| think of me | |
| gaslights and silver streams | |
| shadows and arteries | |
| that bleed from your heart back to me |
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