作词 : Partridge | |
Never seen her glowing | |
all that bright she's throwing | |
like some aurora | |
from her head it's growing | |
reaching to the ground and all around | |
like a Navaho blanket | |
Never heard her singing | |
now she's gently ringing | |
like copper wind chimes | |
what on earth is bringing up this stream | |
the cat who got the cream is licking her lips | |
and smiling like her Cheshire cousin | |
She claims she's found a way to make her own light | |
all you do is smile, you banish the night | |
She says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away | |
she says she's burning up all her guilts and shames, away away | |
she says she's burning with optimism's flames, away away | |
she says she's burning up | |
Now you see I'm smiling | |
back to juvenile'ing | |
I learnt her lesson | |
in like flint and styling | |
all the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger | |
I can't stop this grinning | |
so assume I'm winning | |
threw pessimism | |
in the air it's spinning | |
crashing to the floor and nevermore | |
will it lure me away with sweets | |
and shiny things just like a magpie | |
Now every bird and bee just fuel the fire for me | |
now every closing door just fans the flames some more | |
(Now I'm thinking okay) | |
(I'm turning night into day) |
zuo ci : Partridge | |
Never seen her glowing | |
all that bright she' s throwing | |
like some aurora | |
from her head it' s growing | |
reaching to the ground and all around | |
like a Navaho blanket | |
Never heard her singing | |
now she' s gently ringing | |
like copper wind chimes | |
what on earth is bringing up this stream | |
the cat who got the cream is licking her lips | |
and smiling like her Cheshire cousin | |
She claims she' s found a way to make her own light | |
all you do is smile, you banish the night | |
She says she' s burning with optimism' s flames, away away | |
she says she' s burning up all her guilts and shames, away away | |
she says she' s burning with optimism' s flames, away away | |
she says she' s burning up | |
Now you see I' m smiling | |
back to juvenile' ing | |
I learnt her lesson | |
in like flint and styling | |
all the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger | |
I can' t stop this grinning | |
so assume I' m winning | |
threw pessimism | |
in the air it' s spinning | |
crashing to the floor and nevermore | |
will it lure me away with sweets | |
and shiny things just like a magpie | |
Now every bird and bee just fuel the fire for me | |
now every closing door just fans the flames some more | |
Now I' m thinking okay | |
I' m turning night into day |
zuò cí : Partridge | |
Never seen her glowing | |
all that bright she' s throwing | |
like some aurora | |
from her head it' s growing | |
reaching to the ground and all around | |
like a Navaho blanket | |
Never heard her singing | |
now she' s gently ringing | |
like copper wind chimes | |
what on earth is bringing up this stream | |
the cat who got the cream is licking her lips | |
and smiling like her Cheshire cousin | |
She claims she' s found a way to make her own light | |
all you do is smile, you banish the night | |
She says she' s burning with optimism' s flames, away away | |
she says she' s burning up all her guilts and shames, away away | |
she says she' s burning with optimism' s flames, away away | |
she says she' s burning up | |
Now you see I' m smiling | |
back to juvenile' ing | |
I learnt her lesson | |
in like flint and styling | |
all the world is neatly curled around my littlest finger | |
I can' t stop this grinning | |
so assume I' m winning | |
threw pessimism | |
in the air it' s spinning | |
crashing to the floor and nevermore | |
will it lure me away with sweets | |
and shiny things just like a magpie | |
Now every bird and bee just fuel the fire for me | |
now every closing door just fans the flames some more | |
Now I' m thinking okay | |
I' m turning night into day |