作词 : Luke Hinchliffe/Matt Simpson | |
作曲 : Luke Hinchliffe/Matt Simpson/Sam Tidmarsh | |
I don’t mind when you walk off and leave me on my own sometimes | |
When we’re living our lives through our to-do lists | |
Lose half our days to running around, running around | |
Time will fight with my energy for everything that’s dear to me | |
To the point where I can only find relief | |
When I find myself thinking of you, thinking of you | |
But the world is spinning too damn fast, | |
Think I might be thrown off this time | |
If I fall, let gravity bring me back to you | |
Lonely days out of our home, in the midst of a deep winter chill | |
Where my frozen hands forget the notes | |
And my work feels like slipping away, slipping away | |
Thoughts of you will console me and pull me through when I’m all but spent | |
Cause on the days when I can think of you | |
I do just fine | |
When I feel lost | |
You make me found | |
If Earth’s too fast | |
You slow it down | |
You make me found | |
You make me found |
zuo ci : Luke Hinchliffe Matt Simpson | |
zuo qu : Luke Hinchliffe Matt Simpson Sam Tidmarsh | |
I don' t mind when you walk off and leave me on my own sometimes | |
When we' re living our lives through our todo lists | |
Lose half our days to running around, running around | |
Time will fight with my energy for everything that' s dear to me | |
To the point where I can only find relief | |
When I find myself thinking of you, thinking of you | |
But the world is spinning too damn fast, | |
Think I might be thrown off this time | |
If I fall, let gravity bring me back to you | |
Lonely days out of our home, in the midst of a deep winter chill | |
Where my frozen hands forget the notes | |
And my work feels like slipping away, slipping away | |
Thoughts of you will console me and pull me through when I' m all but spent | |
Cause on the days when I can think of you | |
I do just fine | |
When I feel lost | |
You make me found | |
If Earth' s too fast | |
You slow it down | |
You make me found | |
You make me found |
zuò cí : Luke Hinchliffe Matt Simpson | |
zuò qǔ : Luke Hinchliffe Matt Simpson Sam Tidmarsh | |
I don' t mind when you walk off and leave me on my own sometimes | |
When we' re living our lives through our todo lists | |
Lose half our days to running around, running around | |
Time will fight with my energy for everything that' s dear to me | |
To the point where I can only find relief | |
When I find myself thinking of you, thinking of you | |
But the world is spinning too damn fast, | |
Think I might be thrown off this time | |
If I fall, let gravity bring me back to you | |
Lonely days out of our home, in the midst of a deep winter chill | |
Where my frozen hands forget the notes | |
And my work feels like slipping away, slipping away | |
Thoughts of you will console me and pull me through when I' m all but spent | |
Cause on the days when I can think of you | |
I do just fine | |
When I feel lost | |
You make me found | |
If Earth' s too fast | |
You slow it down | |
You make me found | |
You make me found |