Song | Memory Collector |
Artist | Kelley Stoltz |
Album | Below The Branches |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Stoltz | |
The memory collector | |
The creak feeling | |
Takes you in and send you reeling | |
It's your being in the simplest song | |
It's the melody so strong | |
It won't let you forgot | |
What it is that you've done | |
Between the brain and the blackboard | |
Every lesson | |
Right or wrong you know that you're still guessing | |
And that shine hasn't been replaced | |
It'll hide in lines there on your face | |
They don't let you forget | |
Where it was that you came from | |
It the cool air, late afternoon | |
Sitting alone there on the floor of my room | |
The fireplace crackles, down the hall | |
"Dinner's ready!", I hear Mother call | |
I remember your childhood hair | |
Flowing wild at the county fair | |
And how you'd ride on the Himalaya |
zuo qu : Stoltz | |
The memory collector | |
The creak feeling | |
Takes you in and send you reeling | |
It' s your being in the simplest song | |
It' s the melody so strong | |
It won' t let you forgot | |
What it is that you' ve done | |
Between the brain and the blackboard | |
Every lesson | |
Right or wrong you know that you' re still guessing | |
And that shine hasn' t been replaced | |
It' ll hide in lines there on your face | |
They don' t let you forget | |
Where it was that you came from | |
It the cool air, late afternoon | |
Sitting alone there on the floor of my room | |
The fireplace crackles, down the hall | |
" Dinner' s ready!", I hear Mother call | |
I remember your childhood hair | |
Flowing wild at the county fair | |
And how you' d ride on the Himalaya |
zuò qǔ : Stoltz | |
The memory collector | |
The creak feeling | |
Takes you in and send you reeling | |
It' s your being in the simplest song | |
It' s the melody so strong | |
It won' t let you forgot | |
What it is that you' ve done | |
Between the brain and the blackboard | |
Every lesson | |
Right or wrong you know that you' re still guessing | |
And that shine hasn' t been replaced | |
It' ll hide in lines there on your face | |
They don' t let you forget | |
Where it was that you came from | |
It the cool air, late afternoon | |
Sitting alone there on the floor of my room | |
The fireplace crackles, down the hall | |
" Dinner' s ready!", I hear Mother call | |
I remember your childhood hair | |
Flowing wild at the county fair | |
And how you' d ride on the Himalaya |