Song | Honeycomb Child |
Artist | Natalie Imbruglia |
Album | Counting Down The Days |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Imbruglia, Kosten | |
Melting honeycomb | |
Tie my shoelace on my own | |
That boy laughing you | |
Where are your warm hands | |
To pull me back in | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Climb down the oaktree | |
Feeling the dry grass under my feet | |
I'm here without you | |
Holding on | |
Holding on | |
Nothing to lose | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
And I don't mind | |
You pretending to the others | |
And I don't mind | |
You protecting all the others | |
You, you carried me in | |
To bed from the car | |
I painted your face | |
But I had to ask | |
Permission to go | |
But don't go to far | |
And we like to watch | |
All the flickering stars | |
You don't like your face | |
But that's who you are | |
I got all those shells | |
And put them in a box | |
How far would you go | |
If I didn't want to stop | |
I looked in your eyes | |
And it was all gone | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love |
zuo ci : Imbruglia, Kosten | |
Melting honeycomb | |
Tie my shoelace on my own | |
That boy laughing you | |
Where are your warm hands | |
To pull me back in | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Climb down the oaktree | |
Feeling the dry grass under my feet | |
I' m here without you | |
Holding on | |
Holding on | |
Nothing to lose | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
And I don' t mind | |
You pretending to the others | |
And I don' t mind | |
You protecting all the others | |
You, you carried me in | |
To bed from the car | |
I painted your face | |
But I had to ask | |
Permission to go | |
But don' t go to far | |
And we like to watch | |
All the flickering stars | |
You don' t like your face | |
But that' s who you are | |
I got all those shells | |
And put them in a box | |
How far would you go | |
If I didn' t want to stop | |
I looked in your eyes | |
And it was all gone | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love |
zuò cí : Imbruglia, Kosten | |
Melting honeycomb | |
Tie my shoelace on my own | |
That boy laughing you | |
Where are your warm hands | |
To pull me back in | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Climb down the oaktree | |
Feeling the dry grass under my feet | |
I' m here without you | |
Holding on | |
Holding on | |
Nothing to lose | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
And I don' t mind | |
You pretending to the others | |
And I don' t mind | |
You protecting all the others | |
You, you carried me in | |
To bed from the car | |
I painted your face | |
But I had to ask | |
Permission to go | |
But don' t go to far | |
And we like to watch | |
All the flickering stars | |
You don' t like your face | |
But that' s who you are | |
I got all those shells | |
And put them in a box | |
How far would you go | |
If I didn' t want to stop | |
I looked in your eyes | |
And it was all gone | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love | |
Home Home | |
Home To your love |