Song | A Trick of the Light |
Artist | The Triffids |
Album | Calenture |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McComb | |
I have a letter. familiar paper | |
I keep a figurine in a locket | |
It's dedicated, engraved initials | |
Yellow photograph in a pocketbook | |
Well the rim of her mouth was golden | |
Her eyes were just desert sands | |
But that's not her! | |
That's just the light | |
It's only an image of her | |
It's just a trick of the light | |
She sent me letters, gave me directions | |
Name of the street where I should turn | |
And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel | |
Yelling, "Once you leave boy, you can't return!" | |
I was beating on her Iike an anvil | |
Beating her out of original shape | |
With that same old panic caught on her face | |
I copied the image of the ancient embrace | |
You remind me very much | |
Of someone that I used to know | |
We used to take turns crying all night | |
Oh, but that was so long ago now |
zuo qu : McComb | |
I have a letter. familiar paper | |
I keep a figurine in a locket | |
It' s dedicated, engraved initials | |
Yellow photograph in a pocketbook | |
Well the rim of her mouth was golden | |
Her eyes were just desert sands | |
But that' s not her! | |
That' s just the light | |
It' s only an image of her | |
It' s just a trick of the light | |
She sent me letters, gave me directions | |
Name of the street where I should turn | |
And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel | |
Yelling, " Once you leave boy, you can' t return!" | |
I was beating on her Iike an anvil | |
Beating her out of original shape | |
With that same old panic caught on her face | |
I copied the image of the ancient embrace | |
You remind me very much | |
Of someone that I used to know | |
We used to take turns crying all night | |
Oh, but that was so long ago now |
zuò qǔ : McComb | |
I have a letter. familiar paper | |
I keep a figurine in a locket | |
It' s dedicated, engraved initials | |
Yellow photograph in a pocketbook | |
Well the rim of her mouth was golden | |
Her eyes were just desert sands | |
But that' s not her! | |
That' s just the light | |
It' s only an image of her | |
It' s just a trick of the light | |
She sent me letters, gave me directions | |
Name of the street where I should turn | |
And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel | |
Yelling, " Once you leave boy, you can' t return!" | |
I was beating on her Iike an anvil | |
Beating her out of original shape | |
With that same old panic caught on her face | |
I copied the image of the ancient embrace | |
You remind me very much | |
Of someone that I used to know | |
We used to take turns crying all night | |
Oh, but that was so long ago now |