Song | A Few Thousand Days Ago |
Artist | Marshall Crenshaw |
Album | What's in the Bag? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Crenshaw, Demain | |
I fell asleep on the train | |
With the towering mountains rolling by | |
And woke to the sound | |
Of thunder crashing in the sky | |
The air was ghostly blue | |
The mist was rising slow | |
It?s still a vivid memory | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
As we passed through small quiet towns | |
Crossed miles of burning desert sands | |
And fields of green and gold | |
I began to see and understand | |
The wonders great and small | |
That this world has to show | |
In a way I never had before | |
A few thousand days ago | |
Just a few thousand days ago | |
I had made up my mind | |
It was time to let familiar things fall behind | |
I was glad to be all alone | |
In the middle of the wide unknown | |
Through lost empty towns | |
Across miles of burning dessert sands | |
And fields of green and gold | |
I began to feel and understand | |
The wonders great and small | |
That this world has to show | |
Like the promise in a new sunrise | |
A few thousand days ago | |
A few thousand days ago | |
It set my heart and soul at ease | |
To hear the silence and the wind through the trees | |
I was glad to be all alone | |
In the middle of the wide unknown | |
I fell asleep on the train | |
With the towering mountains rolling by | |
And woke to the sound | |
Of thunder crashing in the sky | |
The air was ghostly blue | |
The mist was rising slow | |
It?s still a vivid memory | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
From a few thousand days ago |
zuo ci : Crenshaw, Demain | |
I fell asleep on the train | |
With the towering mountains rolling by | |
And woke to the sound | |
Of thunder crashing in the sky | |
The air was ghostly blue | |
The mist was rising slow | |
It? s still a vivid memory | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
As we passed through small quiet towns | |
Crossed miles of burning desert sands | |
And fields of green and gold | |
I began to see and understand | |
The wonders great and small | |
That this world has to show | |
In a way I never had before | |
A few thousand days ago | |
Just a few thousand days ago | |
I had made up my mind | |
It was time to let familiar things fall behind | |
I was glad to be all alone | |
In the middle of the wide unknown | |
Through lost empty towns | |
Across miles of burning dessert sands | |
And fields of green and gold | |
I began to feel and understand | |
The wonders great and small | |
That this world has to show | |
Like the promise in a new sunrise | |
A few thousand days ago | |
A few thousand days ago | |
It set my heart and soul at ease | |
To hear the silence and the wind through the trees | |
I was glad to be all alone | |
In the middle of the wide unknown | |
I fell asleep on the train | |
With the towering mountains rolling by | |
And woke to the sound | |
Of thunder crashing in the sky | |
The air was ghostly blue | |
The mist was rising slow | |
It? s still a vivid memory | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
From a few thousand days ago |
zuò cí : Crenshaw, Demain | |
I fell asleep on the train | |
With the towering mountains rolling by | |
And woke to the sound | |
Of thunder crashing in the sky | |
The air was ghostly blue | |
The mist was rising slow | |
It? s still a vivid memory | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
As we passed through small quiet towns | |
Crossed miles of burning desert sands | |
And fields of green and gold | |
I began to see and understand | |
The wonders great and small | |
That this world has to show | |
In a way I never had before | |
A few thousand days ago | |
Just a few thousand days ago | |
I had made up my mind | |
It was time to let familiar things fall behind | |
I was glad to be all alone | |
In the middle of the wide unknown | |
Through lost empty towns | |
Across miles of burning dessert sands | |
And fields of green and gold | |
I began to feel and understand | |
The wonders great and small | |
That this world has to show | |
Like the promise in a new sunrise | |
A few thousand days ago | |
A few thousand days ago | |
It set my heart and soul at ease | |
To hear the silence and the wind through the trees | |
I was glad to be all alone | |
In the middle of the wide unknown | |
I fell asleep on the train | |
With the towering mountains rolling by | |
And woke to the sound | |
Of thunder crashing in the sky | |
The air was ghostly blue | |
The mist was rising slow | |
It? s still a vivid memory | |
From a few thousand days ago | |
From a few thousand days ago |