Song | Haunted Days |
Artist | Trembling Blue Stars |
Album | Alive To Every Smile |
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. |
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. |