Song | Where We Would Be |
Artist | Porcupine Tree |
Album | Warszawa |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wilson | |
Tied - tied to a time | |
When we knew that the sun would shine | |
And you were all smiles | |
And we could just talk for a while... | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
(Where we would be) | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
If, if I could find you | |
(I find you) | |
And tell you about my life | |
(And tell you about my life) | |
Or maybe just write | |
And remind you of when we would dream... | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
(Where we would, where we would be) | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
Strange how you never become | |
The person you see when you're young | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
(Where we would, where we would be) | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
Strange how you never become | |
The person you see when you're young |
zuo ci : Wilson | |
Tied tied to a time | |
When we knew that the sun would shine | |
And you were all smiles | |
And we could just talk for a while... | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
Where we would be | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
If, if I could find you | |
I find you | |
And tell you about my life | |
And tell you about my life | |
Or maybe just write | |
And remind you of when we would dream... | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
Where we would, where we would be | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
Strange how you never become | |
The person you see when you' re young | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
Where we would, where we would be | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
Strange how you never become | |
The person you see when you' re young |
zuò cí : Wilson | |
Tied tied to a time | |
When we knew that the sun would shine | |
And you were all smiles | |
And we could just talk for a while... | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
Where we would be | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
If, if I could find you | |
I find you | |
And tell you about my life | |
And tell you about my life | |
Or maybe just write | |
And remind you of when we would dream... | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
Where we would, where we would be | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
Strange how you never become | |
The person you see when you' re young | |
Of where we would be when the future comes | |
Where we would, where we would be | |
And how you would paint while I wrote my songs | |
Strange how you never become | |
The person you see when you' re young |