Song | Bygones (Won't Go) |
Artist | Nick Lowe |
Album | The Convincer |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lowe | |
how do you pack up a memory | |
you cant put it in a sack | |
those sweet times shared | |
you cant send them back | |
still through the dark | |
they refuse not to glow | |
I’m having to face it, | |
those bygones wont go | |
how does a heart go on breaking | |
after its broke | |
there’s no joy in mine now | |
only night like a cloak | |
I wish I was the wind | |
with somewhere to blow | |
I’m having to face it, | |
I can’t find a place where | |
those bygones wont go | |
I sang the songs of the poet | |
that describe the way the way I feel | |
But they were only make believe | |
this ones all too real | |
How does go on breaking | |
I don’t know | |
I’m having to face it, | |
those bygones won’t go | |
those bygones won’t go, | |
those bygones won’t go, | |
those bygones won’t go |
zuo ci : Lowe | |
how do you pack up a memory | |
you cant put it in a sack | |
those sweet times shared | |
you cant send them back | |
still through the dark | |
they refuse not to glow | |
I' m having to face it, | |
those bygones wont go | |
how does a heart go on breaking | |
after its broke | |
there' s no joy in mine now | |
only night like a cloak | |
I wish I was the wind | |
with somewhere to blow | |
I' m having to face it, | |
I can' t find a place where | |
those bygones wont go | |
I sang the songs of the poet | |
that describe the way the way I feel | |
But they were only make believe | |
this ones all too real | |
How does go on breaking | |
I don' t know | |
I' m having to face it, | |
those bygones won' t go | |
those bygones won' t go, | |
those bygones won' t go, | |
those bygones won' t go |
zuò cí : Lowe | |
how do you pack up a memory | |
you cant put it in a sack | |
those sweet times shared | |
you cant send them back | |
still through the dark | |
they refuse not to glow | |
I' m having to face it, | |
those bygones wont go | |
how does a heart go on breaking | |
after its broke | |
there' s no joy in mine now | |
only night like a cloak | |
I wish I was the wind | |
with somewhere to blow | |
I' m having to face it, | |
I can' t find a place where | |
those bygones wont go | |
I sang the songs of the poet | |
that describe the way the way I feel | |
But they were only make believe | |
this ones all too real | |
How does go on breaking | |
I don' t know | |
I' m having to face it, | |
those bygones won' t go | |
those bygones won' t go, | |
those bygones won' t go, | |
those bygones won' t go |