Song | Scottish Windows |
Artist | Buffalo Tom |
Album | Smitten |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffalo Tom | |
Gone, advice from a side road | |
And a dying breath and yellow oak | |
Big tall weeds and leaves of gold | |
Now; a wasted clock hollow | |
And I'm not the drowning man you think | |
Though I flail my arms, | |
I refuse to sink | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
Scottish windows opening for me | |
It's all I ever needed in the end | |
I saw you in a store window | |
Dress the orange window glow | |
I'm walking down a winding close | |
The gray evening fell over me | |
And I saw your face, though fleetingly | |
As the bus pulled away from me | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
This glimmer in your eyes as they closed on me | |
It's all I ever needed in the end | |
You need different boots in this country | |
I see you through the screen door | |
Abandoned below in the birch's bough | |
You left me on the church floor | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
Scottish windows closing as | |
I leave It's all | |
I ever needed in the end | |
In the end, in the end | |
In the end, in the end |
zuo ci : Buffalo Tom | |
Gone, advice from a side road | |
And a dying breath and yellow oak | |
Big tall weeds and leaves of gold | |
Now a wasted clock hollow | |
And I' m not the drowning man you think | |
Though I flail my arms, | |
I refuse to sink | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
Scottish windows opening for me | |
It' s all I ever needed in the end | |
I saw you in a store window | |
Dress the orange window glow | |
I' m walking down a winding close | |
The gray evening fell over me | |
And I saw your face, though fleetingly | |
As the bus pulled away from me | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
This glimmer in your eyes as they closed on me | |
It' s all I ever needed in the end | |
You need different boots in this country | |
I see you through the screen door | |
Abandoned below in the birch' s bough | |
You left me on the church floor | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
Scottish windows closing as | |
I leave It' s all | |
I ever needed in the end | |
In the end, in the end | |
In the end, in the end |
zuò cí : Buffalo Tom | |
Gone, advice from a side road | |
And a dying breath and yellow oak | |
Big tall weeds and leaves of gold | |
Now a wasted clock hollow | |
And I' m not the drowning man you think | |
Though I flail my arms, | |
I refuse to sink | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
Scottish windows opening for me | |
It' s all I ever needed in the end | |
I saw you in a store window | |
Dress the orange window glow | |
I' m walking down a winding close | |
The gray evening fell over me | |
And I saw your face, though fleetingly | |
As the bus pulled away from me | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
This glimmer in your eyes as they closed on me | |
It' s all I ever needed in the end | |
You need different boots in this country | |
I see you through the screen door | |
Abandoned below in the birch' s bough | |
You left me on the church floor | |
All I ever wanted was to see | |
Scottish windows closing as | |
I leave It' s all | |
I ever needed in the end | |
In the end, in the end | |
In the end, in the end |