| Song | Smaller |
| Artist | Alison Moyet |
| Album | The Turn |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Glenister, Moyet | |
| Gone, simple days, single ways to run | |
| Tripping over the rubble of new roads begun | |
| And I'd follow you then, like a dog at your heel | |
| Wishing only to borrow the freedoms you'd steal | |
| I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
| Scarlet finery | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| How is the truth so distracted | |
| When love sports its favors like medals? | |
| And takes well enough | |
| You gave to me selflessly, sinew and bone | |
| Grown bigger than you who yet carries me home | |
| Hair still black and your back is steel | |
| With your every word tasted | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| I used to dance to the drum in your chest | |
| My feet on your feet, my head at your breast | |
| You gave me a tune and | |
| I carry it still | |
| And I promise my darling, that | |
| I ever will | |
| I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
| Scarlet finery | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| And I can't look at you now |
| zuo ci : Glenister, Moyet | |
| Gone, simple days, single ways to run | |
| Tripping over the rubble of new roads begun | |
| And I' d follow you then, like a dog at your heel | |
| Wishing only to borrow the freedoms you' d steal | |
| I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
| Scarlet finery | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| How is the truth so distracted | |
| When love sports its favors like medals? | |
| And takes well enough | |
| You gave to me selflessly, sinew and bone | |
| Grown bigger than you who yet carries me home | |
| Hair still black and your back is steel | |
| With your every word tasted | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| I used to dance to the drum in your chest | |
| My feet on your feet, my head at your breast | |
| You gave me a tune and | |
| I carry it still | |
| And I promise my darling, that | |
| I ever will | |
| I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
| Scarlet finery | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| And I can' t look at you now |
| zuò cí : Glenister, Moyet | |
| Gone, simple days, single ways to run | |
| Tripping over the rubble of new roads begun | |
| And I' d follow you then, like a dog at your heel | |
| Wishing only to borrow the freedoms you' d steal | |
| I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
| Scarlet finery | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| How is the truth so distracted | |
| When love sports its favors like medals? | |
| And takes well enough | |
| You gave to me selflessly, sinew and bone | |
| Grown bigger than you who yet carries me home | |
| Hair still black and your back is steel | |
| With your every word tasted | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| I used to dance to the drum in your chest | |
| My feet on your feet, my head at your breast | |
| You gave me a tune and | |
| I carry it still | |
| And I promise my darling, that | |
| I ever will | |
| I turned back as the crowd enveloped you | |
| Scarlet finery | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| Oh, just look at you now | |
| And I can' t look at you now |