Song | Goodbye Sunday |
Artist | Everything But the Girl |
Album | Original Album Series |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Thorn, Watt | |
Slowly runs the lazy river | |
And in it I pitched all my dreams | |
And all the things I ever wanted | |
And watched them heading slowly downstream | |
For I have learned that such things fade | |
Like photographs and family holidays | |
And every Monday is Goodbye Sunday | |
I guess you'd like me to throw away | |
That box of diaries and old letters | |
For they do nothing | |
But feed my memory | |
But really you should know me better | |
For I am too fond of the past | |
But I think I am learning at last | |
That every Monday is Goodbye Sunday | |
Yes it's true that I cling to things | |
That I should leave behind | |
As if those were the goldens days | |
Well, I just hope that you really don't mind | |
Slowly runs the lazy river | |
Every Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc |
zuo ci : Thorn, Watt | |
Slowly runs the lazy river | |
And in it I pitched all my dreams | |
And all the things I ever wanted | |
And watched them heading slowly downstream | |
For I have learned that such things fade | |
Like photographs and family holidays | |
And every Monday is Goodbye Sunday | |
I guess you' d like me to throw away | |
That box of diaries and old letters | |
For they do nothing | |
But feed my memory | |
But really you should know me better | |
For I am too fond of the past | |
But I think I am learning at last | |
That every Monday is Goodbye Sunday | |
Yes it' s true that I cling to things | |
That I should leave behind | |
As if those were the goldens days | |
Well, I just hope that you really don' t mind | |
Slowly runs the lazy river | |
Every Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc |
zuò cí : Thorn, Watt | |
Slowly runs the lazy river | |
And in it I pitched all my dreams | |
And all the things I ever wanted | |
And watched them heading slowly downstream | |
For I have learned that such things fade | |
Like photographs and family holidays | |
And every Monday is Goodbye Sunday | |
I guess you' d like me to throw away | |
That box of diaries and old letters | |
For they do nothing | |
But feed my memory | |
But really you should know me better | |
For I am too fond of the past | |
But I think I am learning at last | |
That every Monday is Goodbye Sunday | |
Yes it' s true that I cling to things | |
That I should leave behind | |
As if those were the goldens days | |
Well, I just hope that you really don' t mind | |
Slowly runs the lazy river | |
Every Monday is Goodbye Sunday etc etc |