| Song | Use Your Words |
| Artist | Owen |
| Album | At Home With Owen |
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| 作曲 : Kinsella | |
| those books you've read in your youth, | |
| like holidays at home | |
| continue to remind you | |
| of who you were | |
| and who you are | |
| some pages bent, | |
| the spines creased and worn | |
| all signs of being adored | |
| and those words somehow meant more to you | |
| than who they were written for | |
| those blankets in your bed | |
| so tattered and sad | |
| they've seen enough sleepless nights | |
| both good and bad | |
| to pen a short story | |
| use your words | |
| for a few love songs | |
| well ain't it about time | |
| you've moved on | |
| those books that you've read | |
| you will read again | |
| after enough time passes | |
| you'll remember some names | |
| but not how they end | |
| after enough time passes | |
| and your heart will break all over again | |
| after enough time passes | |
| and so on and so forth |
| zuo qu : Kinsella | |
| those books you' ve read in your youth, | |
| like holidays at home | |
| continue to remind you | |
| of who you were | |
| and who you are | |
| some pages bent, | |
| the spines creased and worn | |
| all signs of being adored | |
| and those words somehow meant more to you | |
| than who they were written for | |
| those blankets in your bed | |
| so tattered and sad | |
| they' ve seen enough sleepless nights | |
| both good and bad | |
| to pen a short story | |
| use your words | |
| for a few love songs | |
| well ain' t it about time | |
| you' ve moved on | |
| those books that you' ve read | |
| you will read again | |
| after enough time passes | |
| you' ll remember some names | |
| but not how they end | |
| after enough time passes | |
| and your heart will break all over again | |
| after enough time passes | |
| and so on and so forth |
| zuò qǔ : Kinsella | |
| those books you' ve read in your youth, | |
| like holidays at home | |
| continue to remind you | |
| of who you were | |
| and who you are | |
| some pages bent, | |
| the spines creased and worn | |
| all signs of being adored | |
| and those words somehow meant more to you | |
| than who they were written for | |
| those blankets in your bed | |
| so tattered and sad | |
| they' ve seen enough sleepless nights | |
| both good and bad | |
| to pen a short story | |
| use your words | |
| for a few love songs | |
| well ain' t it about time | |
| you' ve moved on | |
| those books that you' ve read | |
| you will read again | |
| after enough time passes | |
| you' ll remember some names | |
| but not how they end | |
| after enough time passes | |
| and your heart will break all over again | |
| after enough time passes | |
| and so on and so forth |