Song | Clouds Crash |
Artist | The Matches |
Album | A Band In Hope |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
Clouds crash on the hillside | |
Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
High time you left that shadow, | |
Dead weight in the meadow | |
Let it follow far below | |
Oh, Oh, Oh | |
Whoa what a ceiling | |
All the angels cracked and peeling, | |
Revealing constellations, | |
One day you will name one, | |
After a boy you knew | |
When you were back in middle school | |
And ingrained his name in love notes, | |
Every one retained though, | |
In a box behind your raincoats | |
Oh, those days | |
When rainy days meant | |
Trace the spaces raindrops made when | |
Racing 'cross the windshield | |
The pace of life wasn't real | |
Oh, though how we quickened | |
How the slope began to slicken | |
You slip into a grin then, | |
Begin with where you've been and | |
In my linen you are skin again | |
La da da | |
La da da da da daa | |
Da da daa | |
Da daa daa | |
La da da daa da da daa daa | |
Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside | |
Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
High time you left that shadow, | |
Dead weight in the meadow | |
In my linen you are skin again |
zuo qu : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
Clouds crash on the hillside | |
Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
High time you left that shadow, | |
Dead weight in the meadow | |
Let it follow far below | |
Oh, Oh, Oh | |
Whoa what a ceiling | |
All the angels cracked and peeling, | |
Revealing constellations, | |
One day you will name one, | |
After a boy you knew | |
When you were back in middle school | |
And ingrained his name in love notes, | |
Every one retained though, | |
In a box behind your raincoats | |
Oh, those days | |
When rainy days meant | |
Trace the spaces raindrops made when | |
Racing ' cross the windshield | |
The pace of life wasn' t real | |
Oh, though how we quickened | |
How the slope began to slicken | |
You slip into a grin then, | |
Begin with where you' ve been and | |
In my linen you are skin again | |
La da da | |
La da da da da daa | |
Da da daa | |
Da daa daa | |
La da da daa da da daa daa | |
Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside | |
Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
High time you left that shadow, | |
Dead weight in the meadow | |
In my linen you are skin again |
zuò qǔ : Harris, Hurwitz, Matches | |
Clouds crash on the hillside | |
Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
High time you left that shadow, | |
Dead weight in the meadow | |
Let it follow far below | |
Oh, Oh, Oh | |
Whoa what a ceiling | |
All the angels cracked and peeling, | |
Revealing constellations, | |
One day you will name one, | |
After a boy you knew | |
When you were back in middle school | |
And ingrained his name in love notes, | |
Every one retained though, | |
In a box behind your raincoats | |
Oh, those days | |
When rainy days meant | |
Trace the spaces raindrops made when | |
Racing ' cross the windshield | |
The pace of life wasn' t real | |
Oh, though how we quickened | |
How the slope began to slicken | |
You slip into a grin then, | |
Begin with where you' ve been and | |
In my linen you are skin again | |
La da da | |
La da da da da daa | |
Da da daa | |
Da daa daa | |
La da da daa da da daa daa | |
Oh, oh, clouds crash on the hillside | |
Set to sail your soul at high tide | |
High time you left that shadow, | |
Dead weight in the meadow | |
In my linen you are skin again |