| Song | Boston White |
| Artist | Umbrellas |
| Album | Illuminare |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Umbrellas | |
| Dismantled notes just might strike me tonight. | |
| You're right, I just might explode in this silver moonlight. | |
| You're at the piano, your hands are on the key, | |
| Lifting and resting you make such beautiful sound. | |
| I lift the hair from your neck then, the trees flay in the wind | |
| And we dance beneath them. | |
| So what about the defying afternoon when, | |
| When it's black and white and shadow filled rooms. | |
| I'm praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside. | |
| Notes bounce around in my light head. | |
| I'm floating high above your house, your tears have flooded it out. | |
| If only you could see the angel that I see, | |
| All dressed in white, the white dress like we use to light in disturbed. | |
| So what about the defying afternoon when, | |
| When it's black and white and shadow filled rooms. | |
| I'm praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside. | |
| We stay in harms way like a monster from my dreams. | |
| Cause I know it's the kind that does the breaking. | |
| The sea is white and immerse, | |
| The sweet notes take me away |
| zuo qu : Umbrellas | |
| Dismantled notes just might strike me tonight. | |
| You' re right, I just might explode in this silver moonlight. | |
| You' re at the piano, your hands are on the key, | |
| Lifting and resting you make such beautiful sound. | |
| I lift the hair from your neck then, the trees flay in the wind | |
| And we dance beneath them. | |
| So what about the defying afternoon when, | |
| When it' s black and white and shadow filled rooms. | |
| I' m praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside. | |
| Notes bounce around in my light head. | |
| I' m floating high above your house, your tears have flooded it out. | |
| If only you could see the angel that I see, | |
| All dressed in white, the white dress like we use to light in disturbed. | |
| So what about the defying afternoon when, | |
| When it' s black and white and shadow filled rooms. | |
| I' m praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside. | |
| We stay in harms way like a monster from my dreams. | |
| Cause I know it' s the kind that does the breaking. | |
| The sea is white and immerse, | |
| The sweet notes take me away |
| zuò qǔ : Umbrellas | |
| Dismantled notes just might strike me tonight. | |
| You' re right, I just might explode in this silver moonlight. | |
| You' re at the piano, your hands are on the key, | |
| Lifting and resting you make such beautiful sound. | |
| I lift the hair from your neck then, the trees flay in the wind | |
| And we dance beneath them. | |
| So what about the defying afternoon when, | |
| When it' s black and white and shadow filled rooms. | |
| I' m praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside. | |
| Notes bounce around in my light head. | |
| I' m floating high above your house, your tears have flooded it out. | |
| If only you could see the angel that I see, | |
| All dressed in white, the white dress like we use to light in disturbed. | |
| So what about the defying afternoon when, | |
| When it' s black and white and shadow filled rooms. | |
| I' m praying for a thunderstorm, something to keep me inside. | |
| We stay in harms way like a monster from my dreams. | |
| Cause I know it' s the kind that does the breaking. | |
| The sea is white and immerse, | |
| The sweet notes take me away |