Song | Ring On The Sill |
Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
Album | Best Of Cowboy Junkies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
She placed her ring on the sill, | |
dishes piled high | |
She's on the front porch step | |
and the air smells like snow | |
She's thinking of the siege to come | |
and how she'll miss those weekends | |
in the park with the sun on her face | |
and her book by her side and that | |
lingering taste that he left on her tongue | |
He lifts his glass from the table | |
It leaves a ring where it stood | |
He sees the light from the window | |
caress her like he knows he should | |
He's remembering the first time he kissed her | |
and how he'd wake | |
and immediately he'd miss her, | |
like a spell, with each breath, | |
he'd taste her breath like a haunting, | |
irritating as hell | |
Do you remember when you'd pray | |
to never see the day | |
when someone would make you feel this way | |
'Cause you knew | |
they would cut right through you | |
and once inside, you were afraid they'd find | |
nothing to hold on to | |
He puts her ring on her finger, | |
she brushes back his hair | |
He takes a sip from his glass, | |
she inhales the cold fall air | |
And they're thinking of the long road ahead | |
and the strength that they will need | |
just to reach the end | |
And there in the silence they search for | |
the balance between this fear that they feel | |
and a love that has graced their lives |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
She placed her ring on the sill, | |
dishes piled high | |
She' s on the front porch step | |
and the air smells like snow | |
She' s thinking of the siege to come | |
and how she' ll miss those weekends | |
in the park with the sun on her face | |
and her book by her side and that | |
lingering taste that he left on her tongue | |
He lifts his glass from the table | |
It leaves a ring where it stood | |
He sees the light from the window | |
caress her like he knows he should | |
He' s remembering the first time he kissed her | |
and how he' d wake | |
and immediately he' d miss her, | |
like a spell, with each breath, | |
he' d taste her breath like a haunting, | |
irritating as hell | |
Do you remember when you' d pray | |
to never see the day | |
when someone would make you feel this way | |
' Cause you knew | |
they would cut right through you | |
and once inside, you were afraid they' d find | |
nothing to hold on to | |
He puts her ring on her finger, | |
she brushes back his hair | |
He takes a sip from his glass, | |
she inhales the cold fall air | |
And they' re thinking of the long road ahead | |
and the strength that they will need | |
just to reach the end | |
And there in the silence they search for | |
the balance between this fear that they feel | |
and a love that has graced their lives |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
She placed her ring on the sill, | |
dishes piled high | |
She' s on the front porch step | |
and the air smells like snow | |
She' s thinking of the siege to come | |
and how she' ll miss those weekends | |
in the park with the sun on her face | |
and her book by her side and that | |
lingering taste that he left on her tongue | |
He lifts his glass from the table | |
It leaves a ring where it stood | |
He sees the light from the window | |
caress her like he knows he should | |
He' s remembering the first time he kissed her | |
and how he' d wake | |
and immediately he' d miss her, | |
like a spell, with each breath, | |
he' d taste her breath like a haunting, | |
irritating as hell | |
Do you remember when you' d pray | |
to never see the day | |
when someone would make you feel this way | |
' Cause you knew | |
they would cut right through you | |
and once inside, you were afraid they' d find | |
nothing to hold on to | |
He puts her ring on her finger, | |
she brushes back his hair | |
He takes a sip from his glass, | |
she inhales the cold fall air | |
And they' re thinking of the long road ahead | |
and the strength that they will need | |
just to reach the end | |
And there in the silence they search for | |
the balance between this fear that they feel | |
and a love that has graced their lives |