Song | April In Paris |
Artist | Brett Smiley |
Album | Breathlessly Brett |
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作曲 : Brett Smiley | |
Crying in the night cause nothing goes right | |
Without her, I'm through | |
Oh, you held me so tight, but I lost my sight | |
And the last thing I saw was you | |
Although what could she say | |
She's a million miles away | |
And for that matter, what could she do | |
Cry in the nighttime too? | |
Well that would be something new | |
You think we're through? | |
You think it's in the can? | |
Well I know it was May | |
When this thing first began | |
It might've been April in Paris | |
But it's heaven in Hollywood | |
I bet you know you're the fairest | |
In Hollywood, you're understood | |
And everything seems okay | |
Ooh, a love in May | |
What could I say | |
I'm a million miles away | |
And that's just a little too far | |
Ah, but I say something | |
Without her, I'm nothing | |
And that means something for sure | |
Oh, something she'd say | |
"I'll see you in May" | |
I'll see you anyway | |
What about this love in May | |
Well, that would be something new | |
But this love was baked in clay | |
And now I'm sunning on the beach in the sand | |
Well I know that it was May but it feels like Disneyland | |
It might've been sun up in Heaven | |
But you can shed your wings and halo at dusk | |
A candlelight dinner at seven | |
But the wax has no taste and the fire's been lit | |
Something that was hollyway | |
Oh, a love in May |
zuo qu : Brett Smiley | |
Crying in the night cause nothing goes right | |
Without her, I' m through | |
Oh, you held me so tight, but I lost my sight | |
And the last thing I saw was you | |
Although what could she say | |
She' s a million miles away | |
And for that matter, what could she do | |
Cry in the nighttime too? | |
Well that would be something new | |
You think we' re through? | |
You think it' s in the can? | |
Well I know it was May | |
When this thing first began | |
It might' ve been April in Paris | |
But it' s heaven in Hollywood | |
I bet you know you' re the fairest | |
In Hollywood, you' re understood | |
And everything seems okay | |
Ooh, a love in May | |
What could I say | |
I' m a million miles away | |
And that' s just a little too far | |
Ah, but I say something | |
Without her, I' m nothing | |
And that means something for sure | |
Oh, something she' d say | |
" I' ll see you in May" | |
I' ll see you anyway | |
What about this love in May | |
Well, that would be something new | |
But this love was baked in clay | |
And now I' m sunning on the beach in the sand | |
Well I know that it was May but it feels like Disneyland | |
It might' ve been sun up in Heaven | |
But you can shed your wings and halo at dusk | |
A candlelight dinner at seven | |
But the wax has no taste and the fire' s been lit | |
Something that was hollyway | |
Oh, a love in May |
zuò qǔ : Brett Smiley | |
Crying in the night cause nothing goes right | |
Without her, I' m through | |
Oh, you held me so tight, but I lost my sight | |
And the last thing I saw was you | |
Although what could she say | |
She' s a million miles away | |
And for that matter, what could she do | |
Cry in the nighttime too? | |
Well that would be something new | |
You think we' re through? | |
You think it' s in the can? | |
Well I know it was May | |
When this thing first began | |
It might' ve been April in Paris | |
But it' s heaven in Hollywood | |
I bet you know you' re the fairest | |
In Hollywood, you' re understood | |
And everything seems okay | |
Ooh, a love in May | |
What could I say | |
I' m a million miles away | |
And that' s just a little too far | |
Ah, but I say something | |
Without her, I' m nothing | |
And that means something for sure | |
Oh, something she' d say | |
" I' ll see you in May" | |
I' ll see you anyway | |
What about this love in May | |
Well, that would be something new | |
But this love was baked in clay | |
And now I' m sunning on the beach in the sand | |
Well I know that it was May but it feels like Disneyland | |
It might' ve been sun up in Heaven | |
But you can shed your wings and halo at dusk | |
A candlelight dinner at seven | |
But the wax has no taste and the fire' s been lit | |
Something that was hollyway | |
Oh, a love in May |