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 |