Song | Wishing The Hours Away |
Artist | All About Eve |
Album | Live and Electric at the Union Chapel |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
Dazed in the twilight | |
I see the mayfly fly | |
Clustering 'round streetlamps of a small town | |
Rush around, around | |
Flicker to the ground like snow... | |
Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders | |
Ephemeral, perpetual... | |
And frail, pale, | |
Written in water, fading | |
As the clothes we wore drift to the shore | |
In waves.... | |
In choirs, in spires. | |
White dressed... moon blessed... | |
Milk... breast... flower... | |
Wishing the hours away... | |
Time, still fleeting | |
Transcending, neverending | |
Still meeting here with eternity | |
Still hand in hand | |
Washed clean of sand, like shells... | |
Then time flies by | |
And moments die in thousands | |
Enshrouded, clouded | |
White dressed... moon blessed | |
Milk... breast... flower | |
Wishing the hours away | |
Soft-fleshed... dark nest... | |
Miles away..... |
zuo ci : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
Dazed in the twilight | |
I see the mayfly fly | |
Clustering ' round streetlamps of a small town | |
Rush around, around | |
Flicker to the ground like snow... | |
Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders | |
Ephemeral, perpetual... | |
And frail, pale, | |
Written in water, fading | |
As the clothes we wore drift to the shore | |
In waves.... | |
In choirs, in spires. | |
White dressed... moon blessed... | |
Milk... breast... flower... | |
Wishing the hours away... | |
Time, still fleeting | |
Transcending, neverending | |
Still meeting here with eternity | |
Still hand in hand | |
Washed clean of sand, like shells... | |
Then time flies by | |
And moments die in thousands | |
Enshrouded, clouded | |
White dressed... moon blessed | |
Milk... breast... flower | |
Wishing the hours away | |
Softfleshed... dark nest... | |
Miles away..... |
zuò cí : Cousin, Price, Regan ... | |
Dazed in the twilight | |
I see the mayfly fly | |
Clustering ' round streetlamps of a small town | |
Rush around, around | |
Flicker to the ground like snow... | |
Or the embers of a drowsy fire in cinders | |
Ephemeral, perpetual... | |
And frail, pale, | |
Written in water, fading | |
As the clothes we wore drift to the shore | |
In waves.... | |
In choirs, in spires. | |
White dressed... moon blessed... | |
Milk... breast... flower... | |
Wishing the hours away... | |
Time, still fleeting | |
Transcending, neverending | |
Still meeting here with eternity | |
Still hand in hand | |
Washed clean of sand, like shells... | |
Then time flies by | |
And moments die in thousands | |
Enshrouded, clouded | |
White dressed... moon blessed | |
Milk... breast... flower | |
Wishing the hours away | |
Softfleshed... dark nest... | |
Miles away..... |