Song | Gladiolas |
Artist | Ida |
Album | The Braille Night |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Littleton, Mitchell | |
On the way to California | |
See my sister Carolina | |
Looking out on South Dakota | |
At a field of gladiolas | |
Gonna sell it in the summer | |
Leave behind the floods and winters | |
Letting go of what they suffered | |
Let it fall away like rain across the plains | |
From a payphone on a corner | |
Making plans for our departure | |
I could wish we'd rush right over | |
Looking back over my shoulder | |
Cold December weather | |
Not keeping us together | |
It's New Years Eve forever | |
We're flying down the turnpike in the night | |
Looking out to the horizon | |
Anyone could see the swelling of your heart | |
All the lights that shine before you | |
Looks so helpless, and so far to see | |
Someone's always running faster | |
Towards the anchor that you need | |
You forget again and ask her | |
Why the light, it had to leave | |
An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait | |
Shows us all the stars you see |
zuo ci : Littleton, Mitchell | |
On the way to California | |
See my sister Carolina | |
Looking out on South Dakota | |
At a field of gladiolas | |
Gonna sell it in the summer | |
Leave behind the floods and winters | |
Letting go of what they suffered | |
Let it fall away like rain across the plains | |
From a payphone on a corner | |
Making plans for our departure | |
I could wish we' d rush right over | |
Looking back over my shoulder | |
Cold December weather | |
Not keeping us together | |
It' s New Years Eve forever | |
We' re flying down the turnpike in the night | |
Looking out to the horizon | |
Anyone could see the swelling of your heart | |
All the lights that shine before you | |
Looks so helpless, and so far to see | |
Someone' s always running faster | |
Towards the anchor that you need | |
You forget again and ask her | |
Why the light, it had to leave | |
An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait | |
Shows us all the stars you see |
zuò cí : Littleton, Mitchell | |
On the way to California | |
See my sister Carolina | |
Looking out on South Dakota | |
At a field of gladiolas | |
Gonna sell it in the summer | |
Leave behind the floods and winters | |
Letting go of what they suffered | |
Let it fall away like rain across the plains | |
From a payphone on a corner | |
Making plans for our departure | |
I could wish we' d rush right over | |
Looking back over my shoulder | |
Cold December weather | |
Not keeping us together | |
It' s New Years Eve forever | |
We' re flying down the turnpike in the night | |
Looking out to the horizon | |
Anyone could see the swelling of your heart | |
All the lights that shine before you | |
Looks so helpless, and so far to see | |
Someone' s always running faster | |
Towards the anchor that you need | |
You forget again and ask her | |
Why the light, it had to leave | |
An echo in a footstep, a whisper from a portrait | |
Shows us all the stars you see |