Song | A Week Next June |
Artist | White Town |
Album | Women In Technology |
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作词 : Mishra | |
You're crying, cuz I've spilt your paints | |
again, But in a few short years, | |
You'll understand true life pain | |
When those baby eyes of yours, | |
Have turned the brightest blue, | |
And boys fall into them | |
You just won't know what to do. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can't be your man. | |
Now winter's around us. | |
And your kisses keep me warm again, | |
but when the spring brings the flowers, | |
Will they wash away with the rain? | |
And when the land is wrapped in white, | |
We're as happy as kids could be. | |
I'll let you win every snowball fight, | |
If you'll only stay with me. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can't be your man. | |
I see you're leaving, | |
Has March really come so soon? | |
I don't want to pressure you. | |
But can we make a date a week next June? | |
And I never understand. | |
Why you run away | |
Because I know he's waiting for you, | |
Every sunny, cloudless day. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can't be your man. | |
And I can see me trying. | |
To make you understand, | |
And I can see me ask why | |
I can't be your man. |
zuo ci : Mishra | |
You' re crying, cuz I' ve spilt your paints | |
again, But in a few short years, | |
You' ll understand true life pain | |
When those baby eyes of yours, | |
Have turned the brightest blue, | |
And boys fall into them | |
You just won' t know what to do. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can' t be your man. | |
Now winter' s around us. | |
And your kisses keep me warm again, | |
but when the spring brings the flowers, | |
Will they wash away with the rain? | |
And when the land is wrapped in white, | |
We' re as happy as kids could be. | |
I' ll let you win every snowball fight, | |
If you' ll only stay with me. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can' t be your man. | |
I see you' re leaving, | |
Has March really come so soon? | |
I don' t want to pressure you. | |
But can we make a date a week next June? | |
And I never understand. | |
Why you run away | |
Because I know he' s waiting for you, | |
Every sunny, cloudless day. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can' t be your man. | |
And I can see me trying. | |
To make you understand, | |
And I can see me ask why | |
I can' t be your man. |
zuò cí : Mishra | |
You' re crying, cuz I' ve spilt your paints | |
again, But in a few short years, | |
You' ll understand true life pain | |
When those baby eyes of yours, | |
Have turned the brightest blue, | |
And boys fall into them | |
You just won' t know what to do. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can' t be your man. | |
Now winter' s around us. | |
And your kisses keep me warm again, | |
but when the spring brings the flowers, | |
Will they wash away with the rain? | |
And when the land is wrapped in white, | |
We' re as happy as kids could be. | |
I' ll let you win every snowball fight, | |
If you' ll only stay with me. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can' t be your man. | |
I see you' re leaving, | |
Has March really come so soon? | |
I don' t want to pressure you. | |
But can we make a date a week next June? | |
And I never understand. | |
Why you run away | |
Because I know he' s waiting for you, | |
Every sunny, cloudless day. | |
And I can see you trying. | |
To make him understand, | |
And I can see him ask why | |
He can' t be your man. | |
And I can see me trying. | |
To make you understand, | |
And I can see me ask why | |
I can' t be your man. |