Song | Winter Takes Fall |
Artist | Darren Hanlon |
Album | Little Chills |
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作曲 : Hanlon | |
Today I left my house in shorts | |
But now I'm having second thoughts | |
Something's not the same | |
The wind just called my name | |
So I stop to look around | |
Maybe it was just sleight of sound | |
It's just me and my bare knees | |
Powerlines and trees | |
But one hint is more than enough | |
It starts with a sniffle and a cough | |
When posters have stopped falling off my wall | |
The winter takes fall | |
All of these past regrets | |
Are faded signs of missing pets | |
It's time for moving on | |
Everyone else has gone | |
Eyes a red pattern like the labyrinthine streets of | |
Cairo Feeling as used as a bank biro | |
My cylinder inside | |
Has dried | |
Warmer months | |
I'm more at home | |
It's easier to be alone | |
Why don't | |
I just pick up the phone and call? | |
The winter kills fall | |
And all of these fledglings that you've found | |
And given homes | |
Will hunger for the new | |
And colourful | |
A signal from your eyes could save me | |
They shone like car keys to a baby | |
Should I settle for romance? | |
Or practice disco dance | |
These gatherings are fraught with dangers | |
The conversation chops and changes | |
I wish us away in our mangers | |
A crowded room but total strangers all | |
The winter takes fall |
zuo qu : Hanlon | |
Today I left my house in shorts | |
But now I' m having second thoughts | |
Something' s not the same | |
The wind just called my name | |
So I stop to look around | |
Maybe it was just sleight of sound | |
It' s just me and my bare knees | |
Powerlines and trees | |
But one hint is more than enough | |
It starts with a sniffle and a cough | |
When posters have stopped falling off my wall | |
The winter takes fall | |
All of these past regrets | |
Are faded signs of missing pets | |
It' s time for moving on | |
Everyone else has gone | |
Eyes a red pattern like the labyrinthine streets of | |
Cairo Feeling as used as a bank biro | |
My cylinder inside | |
Has dried | |
Warmer months | |
I' m more at home | |
It' s easier to be alone | |
Why don' t | |
I just pick up the phone and call? | |
The winter kills fall | |
And all of these fledglings that you' ve found | |
And given homes | |
Will hunger for the new | |
And colourful | |
A signal from your eyes could save me | |
They shone like car keys to a baby | |
Should I settle for romance? | |
Or practice disco dance | |
These gatherings are fraught with dangers | |
The conversation chops and changes | |
I wish us away in our mangers | |
A crowded room but total strangers all | |
The winter takes fall |
zuò qǔ : Hanlon | |
Today I left my house in shorts | |
But now I' m having second thoughts | |
Something' s not the same | |
The wind just called my name | |
So I stop to look around | |
Maybe it was just sleight of sound | |
It' s just me and my bare knees | |
Powerlines and trees | |
But one hint is more than enough | |
It starts with a sniffle and a cough | |
When posters have stopped falling off my wall | |
The winter takes fall | |
All of these past regrets | |
Are faded signs of missing pets | |
It' s time for moving on | |
Everyone else has gone | |
Eyes a red pattern like the labyrinthine streets of | |
Cairo Feeling as used as a bank biro | |
My cylinder inside | |
Has dried | |
Warmer months | |
I' m more at home | |
It' s easier to be alone | |
Why don' t | |
I just pick up the phone and call? | |
The winter kills fall | |
And all of these fledglings that you' ve found | |
And given homes | |
Will hunger for the new | |
And colourful | |
A signal from your eyes could save me | |
They shone like car keys to a baby | |
Should I settle for romance? | |
Or practice disco dance | |
These gatherings are fraught with dangers | |
The conversation chops and changes | |
I wish us away in our mangers | |
A crowded room but total strangers all | |
The winter takes fall |