Song | Then Came The Night |
Artist | Tommy Shane Steiner |
Album | Then Came The Night |
作曲 : Jones, Kilzer | |
Long legged shadows, | |
Mississippi sunset | |
She was standing like a candle that hadn't been burned yet | |
The wind was blowing clouds like ashes | |
Had my hand in my pocket, reaching for my matches | |
I can see those cotton sheets a dancin' | |
On her mama's clothesline in my head | |
From my lips a lucky strike was danglin' | |
The day was dying in a sea of red | |
Then came the night warm and dark | |
Draggin' it's chains across our hearts | |
The moon was full, the grass was wet | |
Making us scream, making us sweat | |
Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right | |
Then came the night | |
There was a time when love was a flower | |
Now it's a vine that climbing up the tower | |
And the river just rolls past the garden | |
Where love won't grow and the ground is hardened | |
I can see that tattered white flag flyin' | |
I can hear the ringing mission bell | |
Telling of the innocence that's dying | |
A sound that | |
I remember oh so well | |
Then came the night warm and dark | |
Draggin' it's chains across our hearts | |
The moon was full, the grass was wet | |
Making us scream, making us sweat | |
Making us cling, making us claw | |
Making us rise, making us fall | |
Breath on breath, skin on skin | |
Can't go back there again | |
Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right | |
Then came the night |
zuò qǔ : Jones, Kilzer | |
Long legged shadows, | |
Mississippi sunset | |
She was standing like a candle that hadn' t been burned yet | |
The wind was blowing clouds like ashes | |
Had my hand in my pocket, reaching for my matches | |
I can see those cotton sheets a dancin' | |
On her mama' s clothesline in my head | |
From my lips a lucky strike was danglin' | |
The day was dying in a sea of red | |
Then came the night warm and dark | |
Draggin' it' s chains across our hearts | |
The moon was full, the grass was wet | |
Making us scream, making us sweat | |
Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right | |
Then came the night | |
There was a time when love was a flower | |
Now it' s a vine that climbing up the tower | |
And the river just rolls past the garden | |
Where love won' t grow and the ground is hardened | |
I can see that tattered white flag flyin' | |
I can hear the ringing mission bell | |
Telling of the innocence that' s dying | |
A sound that | |
I remember oh so well | |
Then came the night warm and dark | |
Draggin' it' s chains across our hearts | |
The moon was full, the grass was wet | |
Making us scream, making us sweat | |
Making us cling, making us claw | |
Making us rise, making us fall | |
Breath on breath, skin on skin | |
Can' t go back there again | |
Holding on tight, it was wrong, it was right | |
Then came the night |