| Song | Perfume and Promises |
| Artist | Idina Menzel |
| Album | I Stand |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Idina Menzel/Peter John Vettese | |
| 作曲 : Idina Menzel/Peter John Vettese | |
| A crack in the smile | |
| But she's always in style while she waits | |
| Waving goodbye but she's too tired to cry and she's wasted | |
| A letter he wrote | |
| But it's far too expose so he throws it away | |
| The sound of regret as it's counting the steps back to safe | |
| [Chorus] | |
| I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises | |
| But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it | |
| 'Cause wouldn't it be such a shame | |
| If all was wasted | |
| Not an inch of the room | |
| That isn't in bloom or in light | |
| So we drink 'till its dawn | |
| Every drip 'till it's gone and we're wasted | |
| It's a thing of the truth | |
| But we'll lie and we'll look for the perfect escape | |
| And the moment will go like melted snow in the rain | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Stay for another morning | |
| Study the curves on my face | |
| Stay even when we're unknowing | |
| Stay 'till they tear you away | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Idina Menzel Peter John Vettese | |
| zuo qu : Idina Menzel Peter John Vettese | |
| A crack in the smile | |
| But she' s always in style while she waits | |
| Waving goodbye but she' s too tired to cry and she' s wasted | |
| A letter he wrote | |
| But it' s far too expose so he throws it away | |
| The sound of regret as it' s counting the steps back to safe | |
| Chorus | |
| I don' t want to leave you with perfume and promises | |
| But we' ll never know ' till we capture and bottle it | |
| ' Cause wouldn' t it be such a shame | |
| If all was wasted | |
| Not an inch of the room | |
| That isn' t in bloom or in light | |
| So we drink ' till its dawn | |
| Every drip ' till it' s gone and we' re wasted | |
| It' s a thing of the truth | |
| But we' ll lie and we' ll look for the perfect escape | |
| And the moment will go like melted snow in the rain | |
| Chorus | |
| Stay for another morning | |
| Study the curves on my face | |
| Stay even when we' re unknowing | |
| Stay ' till they tear you away | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Idina Menzel Peter John Vettese | |
| zuò qǔ : Idina Menzel Peter John Vettese | |
| A crack in the smile | |
| But she' s always in style while she waits | |
| Waving goodbye but she' s too tired to cry and she' s wasted | |
| A letter he wrote | |
| But it' s far too expose so he throws it away | |
| The sound of regret as it' s counting the steps back to safe | |
| Chorus | |
| I don' t want to leave you with perfume and promises | |
| But we' ll never know ' till we capture and bottle it | |
| ' Cause wouldn' t it be such a shame | |
| If all was wasted | |
| Not an inch of the room | |
| That isn' t in bloom or in light | |
| So we drink ' till its dawn | |
| Every drip ' till it' s gone and we' re wasted | |
| It' s a thing of the truth | |
| But we' ll lie and we' ll look for the perfect escape | |
| And the moment will go like melted snow in the rain | |
| Chorus | |
| Stay for another morning | |
| Study the curves on my face | |
| Stay even when we' re unknowing | |
| Stay ' till they tear you away | |
| Chorus |