Song | Use Your Words |
Artist | Owen |
Album | At Home With Owen |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |