| Song | Ring On The Sill |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | Studio |
| 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 |