Song | Birds Fly Away |
Artist | Theresa Andersson |
Album | Hummingbird, Go! |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Andersson, Faust | |
I'm sitting on my stoop | |
just thinking about the friends I used to know | |
summers we spent outside | |
slapping time on our thighs | |
smiling at the boys walk by | |
but then a breeze begins to blow | |
and I know it's time to go inside | |
but wait | |
birds fly away | |
they seek shelter | |
trees stand strong | |
they don't falter | |
I'm walking down the street | |
the people I pass, we nod our heads and go | |
shuffle our feet away, | |
never more than hello | |
one more we let slip by | |
but like a photograph I took | |
one of many in a book I lost | |
to time | |
don't fade away | |
turn 'round | |
stay for the day | |
in my town | |
birds fly away | |
they seek shelter | |
trees stand strong | |
they don't falte |
zuo qu : Andersson, Faust | |
I' m sitting on my stoop | |
just thinking about the friends I used to know | |
summers we spent outside | |
slapping time on our thighs | |
smiling at the boys walk by | |
but then a breeze begins to blow | |
and I know it' s time to go inside | |
but wait | |
birds fly away | |
they seek shelter | |
trees stand strong | |
they don' t falter | |
I' m walking down the street | |
the people I pass, we nod our heads and go | |
shuffle our feet away, | |
never more than hello | |
one more we let slip by | |
but like a photograph I took | |
one of many in a book I lost | |
to time | |
don' t fade away | |
turn ' round | |
stay for the day | |
in my town | |
birds fly away | |
they seek shelter | |
trees stand strong | |
they don' t falte |
zuò qǔ : Andersson, Faust | |
I' m sitting on my stoop | |
just thinking about the friends I used to know | |
summers we spent outside | |
slapping time on our thighs | |
smiling at the boys walk by | |
but then a breeze begins to blow | |
and I know it' s time to go inside | |
but wait | |
birds fly away | |
they seek shelter | |
trees stand strong | |
they don' t falter | |
I' m walking down the street | |
the people I pass, we nod our heads and go | |
shuffle our feet away, | |
never more than hello | |
one more we let slip by | |
but like a photograph I took | |
one of many in a book I lost | |
to time | |
don' t fade away | |
turn ' round | |
stay for the day | |
in my town | |
birds fly away | |
they seek shelter | |
trees stand strong | |
they don' t falte |