Haunted Days Lyrics

	作词 : Wratten
	These are haunted days;
	bonfire-scented autumn days.
	Someone's slipped away,
	and someone's thoughts are all in one place.
	These are haunted days;
	the year is facing its old age.
	I met her from work at three to see her home
	so she could catch some sleep.
	Everything's a little
	everything's a little - thrown.
	I watched her cry for someone I didn't know.
	You can sense it on the wind,
	the wind that sets the trees to singing –
	hear them whispering how someone's gone,
	someone's missing.
	These are haunted days,
	sad and golden, underplayed.
	I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
	so she could catch some sleep.
	These are haunted days;
	bonfire-scented autumn days.
	You can't fix everything that breaks,
	and someone's thoughts are all in one place.

	zuo ci : Wratten
	These are haunted days
	bonfirescented autumn days.
	Someone' s slipped away,
	and someone' s thoughts are all in one place.
	These are haunted days
	the year is facing its old age.
	I met her from work at three to see her home
	so she could catch some sleep.
	Everything' s a little
	everything' s a little thrown.
	I watched her cry for someone I didn' t know.
	You can sense it on the wind,
	the wind that sets the trees to singing
	hear them whispering how someone' s gone,
	someone' s missing.
	These are haunted days,
	sad and golden, underplayed.
	I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
	so she could catch some sleep.
	These are haunted days
	bonfirescented autumn days.
	You can' t fix everything that breaks,
	and someone' s thoughts are all in one place.

	zuò cí : Wratten
	These are haunted days
	bonfirescented autumn days.
	Someone' s slipped away,
	and someone' s thoughts are all in one place.
	These are haunted days
	the year is facing its old age.
	I met her from work at three to see her home
	so she could catch some sleep.
	Everything' s a little
	everything' s a little thrown.
	I watched her cry for someone I didn' t know.
	You can sense it on the wind,
	the wind that sets the trees to singing
	hear them whispering how someone' s gone,
	someone' s missing.
	These are haunted days,
	sad and golden, underplayed.
	I met her on Oxford Street to see her home
	so she could catch some sleep.
	These are haunted days
	bonfirescented autumn days.
	You can' t fix everything that breaks,
	and someone' s thoughts are all in one place.

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