Song | The Beauty of the Rain |
Artist | Dar Williams |
Album | Many Great Companions |
作词 : Williams | |
And you know the light is fading all too soon | |
You're just two umbrellas one late afternoon | |
You don't know the next thing you will say | |
This is your favorite kind of day | |
It has no walls, the beauty of the rain | |
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls | |
And there's nothing wrong, but there is something more | |
And sometimes you wonder, what you love her for | |
She says, you've known her deepest fears' | |
Cause she's shown you a box of stained glass tears | |
It can't be all, the truth about the rain | |
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls | |
But when she gave you more to find | |
You let her think, she'd lost her mind | |
And that's all on you | |
Feeling helpless if she asked for help | |
Or scared you'd have to change yourself | |
And you can't deny this room will keep you warm | |
You can look out of your window at the storm | |
But you watch the phone and hope it rings | |
You'll take her any way she sings | |
Or how she calls, the beauty of the rain | |
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls | |
How it falls, how it falls, how it falls |
zuò cí : Williams | |
And you know the light is fading all too soon | |
You' re just two umbrellas one late afternoon | |
You don' t know the next thing you will say | |
This is your favorite kind of day | |
It has no walls, the beauty of the rain | |
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls | |
And there' s nothing wrong, but there is something more | |
And sometimes you wonder, what you love her for | |
She says, you' ve known her deepest fears' | |
Cause she' s shown you a box of stained glass tears | |
It can' t be all, the truth about the rain | |
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls | |
But when she gave you more to find | |
You let her think, she' d lost her mind | |
And that' s all on you | |
Feeling helpless if she asked for help | |
Or scared you' d have to change yourself | |
And you can' t deny this room will keep you warm | |
You can look out of your window at the storm | |
But you watch the phone and hope it rings | |
You' ll take her any way she sings | |
Or how she calls, the beauty of the rain | |
Is how it falls, how it falls, how it falls | |
How it falls, how it falls, how it falls |