Song | Roses Are Not Red |
Artist | Simone White |
Album | I Am The Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bango, Veseky | |
roses are not red | |
a still life never growing | |
the sun is not a source of light | |
and the wind will not be blowing | |
birds will die | |
up in the sky | |
the sky that is not blue | |
everything is as it was | |
i never loved you | |
i never loved you | |
roses are not red | |
the rain is not been falling | |
and telephones ring unaware | |
of why we bother calling | |
no one there | |
would ever care | |
to hear what we've been through | |
everything is in its place | |
i never loved you | |
i never loved you | |
your face, so unremarkable | |
could never light this lonely town | |
your voice, all but forgotten | |
does not echo every single sound | |
your eyes without expression, | |
there's nothing special in that case | |
so why do i spend every night | |
dreaming of the things i'll never miss? | |
no joy as spring arrives | |
there's nothing sad about you leaving | |
and i will live my life the same | |
maybe this time without breathing | |
so look through these eyes | |
that never cried | |
and any fool could see what's true | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
and i never loved you | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
and i never loved you |
zuo qu : Bango, Veseky | |
roses are not red | |
a still life never growing | |
the sun is not a source of light | |
and the wind will not be blowing | |
birds will die | |
up in the sky | |
the sky that is not blue | |
everything is as it was | |
i never loved you | |
i never loved you | |
roses are not red | |
the rain is not been falling | |
and telephones ring unaware | |
of why we bother calling | |
no one there | |
would ever care | |
to hear what we' ve been through | |
everything is in its place | |
i never loved you | |
i never loved you | |
your face, so unremarkable | |
could never light this lonely town | |
your voice, all but forgotten | |
does not echo every single sound | |
your eyes without expression, | |
there' s nothing special in that case | |
so why do i spend every night | |
dreaming of the things i' ll never miss? | |
no joy as spring arrives | |
there' s nothing sad about you leaving | |
and i will live my life the same | |
maybe this time without breathing | |
so look through these eyes | |
that never cried | |
and any fool could see what' s true | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
and i never loved you | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
and i never loved you |
zuò qǔ : Bango, Veseky | |
roses are not red | |
a still life never growing | |
the sun is not a source of light | |
and the wind will not be blowing | |
birds will die | |
up in the sky | |
the sky that is not blue | |
everything is as it was | |
i never loved you | |
i never loved you | |
roses are not red | |
the rain is not been falling | |
and telephones ring unaware | |
of why we bother calling | |
no one there | |
would ever care | |
to hear what we' ve been through | |
everything is in its place | |
i never loved you | |
i never loved you | |
your face, so unremarkable | |
could never light this lonely town | |
your voice, all but forgotten | |
does not echo every single sound | |
your eyes without expression, | |
there' s nothing special in that case | |
so why do i spend every night | |
dreaming of the things i' ll never miss? | |
no joy as spring arrives | |
there' s nothing sad about you leaving | |
and i will live my life the same | |
maybe this time without breathing | |
so look through these eyes | |
that never cried | |
and any fool could see what' s true | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
and i never loved you | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
roses are not red | |
and i never loved you |