Song | Autumn Flower |
Artist | Roddy Frame |
Album | The North Star |
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作曲 : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
From liberty to | |
Green Park | |
Wrapped us up in grey | |
And falling leaves and fading tans | |
Remnants of a summer gone. | |
Guess we're gonna have to learn to live again | |
In this world | |
Guess we're gonna have to learn to live again | |
In this world | |
Whatever goes down | |
May it fall easy on you | |
Autumn Flower | |
Clearing out the old house | |
Illusions of self tumbling from my shelves | |
Memories of what | |
I thought | |
Today would be back then | |
Seems of all the time we spent | |
Making our predictions | |
The only things that ever seemed to make a dent | |
Were prayers without conditions | |
Whatever goes down | |
Pray it falls easy on you | |
See the sky move slow | |
Watch the wind blow |
zuo qu : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
From liberty to | |
Green Park | |
Wrapped us up in grey | |
And falling leaves and fading tans | |
Remnants of a summer gone. | |
Guess we' re gonna have to learn to live again | |
In this world | |
Guess we' re gonna have to learn to live again | |
In this world | |
Whatever goes down | |
May it fall easy on you | |
Autumn Flower | |
Clearing out the old house | |
Illusions of self tumbling from my shelves | |
Memories of what | |
I thought | |
Today would be back then | |
Seems of all the time we spent | |
Making our predictions | |
The only things that ever seemed to make a dent | |
Were prayers without conditions | |
Whatever goes down | |
Pray it falls easy on you | |
See the sky move slow | |
Watch the wind blow |
zuò qǔ : Frame | |
Words and music by | |
Roddy Frame | |
From liberty to | |
Green Park | |
Wrapped us up in grey | |
And falling leaves and fading tans | |
Remnants of a summer gone. | |
Guess we' re gonna have to learn to live again | |
In this world | |
Guess we' re gonna have to learn to live again | |
In this world | |
Whatever goes down | |
May it fall easy on you | |
Autumn Flower | |
Clearing out the old house | |
Illusions of self tumbling from my shelves | |
Memories of what | |
I thought | |
Today would be back then | |
Seems of all the time we spent | |
Making our predictions | |
The only things that ever seemed to make a dent | |
Were prayers without conditions | |
Whatever goes down | |
Pray it falls easy on you | |
See the sky move slow | |
Watch the wind blow |