Song | What We Really Were |
Artist | Mission of Burma |
Album | ONoffON |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson, Conley | |
It seems years and years ago that | |
People saw the sun | |
We would sleep on beaches | |
... | |
Now must I go sleep alone | |
Between clean whole sheets | |
But when I was with you we slept wrapped up | |
... | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
How then to recall what we really were | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts | |
For long | |
That haunting song you sang about | |
Picking roses and dropping them in the beloveds lap as she dreamed | |
The translation clumsy | |
Maybe it was that other song you sang about the beautiful dress that gets torn | |
<Backmasked:Saw the sun, we would sleep on beaches...now must I go sleep alone between clean whole sheets, but when I was with you we slept wrapped up, it seems years and years ago that people saw the sun, we would sleep on beaches...> | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
How then to recall what we really were | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts | |
For long |
zuo ci : Anderson, Conley | |
It seems years and years ago that | |
People saw the sun | |
We would sleep on beaches | |
... | |
Now must I go sleep alone | |
Between clean whole sheets | |
But when I was with you we slept wrapped up | |
... | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
How then to recall what we really were | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts | |
For long | |
That haunting song you sang about | |
Picking roses and dropping them in the beloveds lap as she dreamed | |
The translation clumsy | |
Maybe it was that other song you sang about the beautiful dress that gets torn | |
Backmasked: Saw the sun, we would sleep on beaches... now must I go sleep alone between clean whole sheets, but when I was with you we slept wrapped up, it seems years and years ago that people saw the sun, we would sleep on beaches... | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
How then to recall what we really were | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts | |
For long |
zuò cí : Anderson, Conley | |
It seems years and years ago that | |
People saw the sun | |
We would sleep on beaches | |
... | |
Now must I go sleep alone | |
Between clean whole sheets | |
But when I was with you we slept wrapped up | |
... | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
How then to recall what we really were | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts | |
For long | |
That haunting song you sang about | |
Picking roses and dropping them in the beloveds lap as she dreamed | |
The translation clumsy | |
Maybe it was that other song you sang about the beautiful dress that gets torn | |
Backmasked: Saw the sun, we would sleep on beaches... now must I go sleep alone between clean whole sheets, but when I was with you we slept wrapped up, it seems years and years ago that people saw the sun, we would sleep on beaches... | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
How then to recall what we really were | |
Of course you must know that it did all end | |
Nothing that perfect or simple ever lasts | |
For long |