Song | I'd Rather Be Lost |
Artist | Hayley Sales |
Album | Sunseed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sales | |
Falling leaves answer the night's desire to not be alone | |
The wind blows | |
Takes me along to places | |
I wish I could go | |
Places I wish | |
I could go | |
Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravel-stone road | |
I listen close | |
Hearing a voice | |
Telling me that | |
I should go | |
Telling me that | |
I should go | |
Cause a rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose its roll | |
And I'd rather be lost | |
I grab a coat and open the door | |
Leaving the fire behind | |
I let the wind drift me along to places | |
I hope that | |
I findPlaces | |
I hope that | |
I findCause a rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose its roll | |
And I'd rather be lost | |
I'd rather be lost | |
I will gather no moss here | |
A rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose it's roll | |
And I'd rather be lost |
zuo qu : Sales | |
Falling leaves answer the night' s desire to not be alone | |
The wind blows | |
Takes me along to places | |
I wish I could go | |
Places I wish | |
I could go | |
Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravelstone road | |
I listen close | |
Hearing a voice | |
Telling me that | |
I should go | |
Telling me that | |
I should go | |
Cause a rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose its roll | |
And I' d rather be lost | |
I grab a coat and open the door | |
Leaving the fire behind | |
I let the wind drift me along to places | |
I hope that | |
I findPlaces | |
I hope that | |
I findCause a rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose its roll | |
And I' d rather be lost | |
I' d rather be lost | |
I will gather no moss here | |
A rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose it' s roll | |
And I' d rather be lost |
zuò qǔ : Sales | |
Falling leaves answer the night' s desire to not be alone | |
The wind blows | |
Takes me along to places | |
I wish I could go | |
Places I wish | |
I could go | |
Autumn rain dances like notes on top of the gravelstone road | |
I listen close | |
Hearing a voice | |
Telling me that | |
I should go | |
Telling me that | |
I should go | |
Cause a rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose its roll | |
And I' d rather be lost | |
I grab a coat and open the door | |
Leaving the fire behind | |
I let the wind drift me along to places | |
I hope that | |
I findPlaces | |
I hope that | |
I findCause a rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose its roll | |
And I' d rather be lost | |
I' d rather be lost | |
I will gather no moss here | |
A rolling stone | |
That does not roam | |
Will start to loose it' s roll | |
And I' d rather be lost |