Song | Paris Train |
Artist | Beth Orton |
Album | Daybreaker |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnes, Orton | |
Now your sitting on a | |
Paris train laughing at your own jokes again | |
Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light | |
Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands | |
When all the world's airbrushed it's a sacred bond of trust | |
Sometimes, sometimes | |
I see right through the scenery | |
The first place that's on my mind the last place | |
I find each time | |
Sometimes, | |
I swim beyond the scenery | |
The last place that's on my mind | |
The first place | |
I find each time | |
Now I'm sitting on a | |
Paris train molten ash falls like rain | |
Fire burns the trees it's a beautiful fatality | |
Love the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercury | |
To break its perfect skin to dare to dive within | |
Sometimes, sometimes | |
I see much more than is good for me | |
The first thing that's on my mind the last place | |
I'd look each time | |
Sometimes, | |
I slip inside the imagery and | |
The last thing that's on my mind's | |
The first thing | |
I'll do each time | |
Stars racing to burn out | |
Just stars racing to burn out | |
A storm waiting to break | |
Like trees standing black against the sky | |
This was inevitable, inevitable | |
Sometimes, sometimes we can see beyond our history | |
The last place you hope to find the one that's been there all the time | |
Sometimes, sometimes we can swim beyond the scenery | |
And the first place that's on your mind | |
The first place you'd find each time |
zuo ci : Barnes, Orton | |
Now your sitting on a | |
Paris train laughing at your own jokes again | |
Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light | |
Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands | |
When all the world' s airbrushed it' s a sacred bond of trust | |
Sometimes, sometimes | |
I see right through the scenery | |
The first place that' s on my mind the last place | |
I find each time | |
Sometimes, | |
I swim beyond the scenery | |
The last place that' s on my mind | |
The first place | |
I find each time | |
Now I' m sitting on a | |
Paris train molten ash falls like rain | |
Fire burns the trees it' s a beautiful fatality | |
Love the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercury | |
To break its perfect skin to dare to dive within | |
Sometimes, sometimes | |
I see much more than is good for me | |
The first thing that' s on my mind the last place | |
I' d look each time | |
Sometimes, | |
I slip inside the imagery and | |
The last thing that' s on my mind' s | |
The first thing | |
I' ll do each time | |
Stars racing to burn out | |
Just stars racing to burn out | |
A storm waiting to break | |
Like trees standing black against the sky | |
This was inevitable, inevitable | |
Sometimes, sometimes we can see beyond our history | |
The last place you hope to find the one that' s been there all the time | |
Sometimes, sometimes we can swim beyond the scenery | |
And the first place that' s on your mind | |
The first place you' d find each time |
zuò cí : Barnes, Orton | |
Now your sitting on a | |
Paris train laughing at your own jokes again | |
Sun splits the trees into beautiful broken light | |
Never cry more tears than you could hold in your hands | |
When all the world' s airbrushed it' s a sacred bond of trust | |
Sometimes, sometimes | |
I see right through the scenery | |
The first place that' s on my mind the last place | |
I find each time | |
Sometimes, | |
I swim beyond the scenery | |
The last place that' s on my mind | |
The first place | |
I find each time | |
Now I' m sitting on a | |
Paris train molten ash falls like rain | |
Fire burns the trees it' s a beautiful fatality | |
Love the way you stand your ground sea moves as mercury | |
To break its perfect skin to dare to dive within | |
Sometimes, sometimes | |
I see much more than is good for me | |
The first thing that' s on my mind the last place | |
I' d look each time | |
Sometimes, | |
I slip inside the imagery and | |
The last thing that' s on my mind' s | |
The first thing | |
I' ll do each time | |
Stars racing to burn out | |
Just stars racing to burn out | |
A storm waiting to break | |
Like trees standing black against the sky | |
This was inevitable, inevitable | |
Sometimes, sometimes we can see beyond our history | |
The last place you hope to find the one that' s been there all the time | |
Sometimes, sometimes we can swim beyond the scenery | |
And the first place that' s on your mind | |
The first place you' d find each time |