Song | Set The Fire To The Third Bar |
Artist | Snow Patrol |
Artist | Martha Wainwright |
Album | Eyes Open |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
[00:12.00] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
[00:16.93] | Over rivers' farms' and state lines |
[00:21.61] | The distance from here to where you'd be |
[00:26.49] | It's only finger-lengths that I see |
[00:31.86] | I touch the place where I'd find your face |
[00:41.30] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
[00:51.42] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
[00:56.37] | There is no peace that I've found so far |
[01:01.37] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
[01:06.19] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
[01:11.52] | Their words mostly noises |
[01:14.05] | Ghosts with just voices |
[01:21.37] | Your words in my memory |
[01:26.25] | Are like music to me |
[01:31.63] | I'm miles from where you are' |
[01:34.93] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[01:40.00] | I' I pray that something picks me up |
[01:44.74] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
[01:54.31] | After I have travelled so far |
[01:58.75] | We'd set the fire to the third bar |
[02:03.69] | We'd share each other like an island |
[02:08.69] | Until exhausted' close our eyelids |
[02:13.75] | And dreaming' pick up from |
[02:16.57] | The last place we left off |
[02:23.44] | Your soft skin is weeping |
[02:28.75] | A joy you can't keep in |
[02:34.00] | I'm miles from where you are' |
[02:37.55] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[02:42.38] | And I' I pray that something picks me up |
[02:47.42] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[02:54.12] | And miles from where you are' |
[02:57.49] | I lay down on the cold gound |
[03:02.62] | and I' I pray that something picks me up |
[03:07.31] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
[00:12.00] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
[00:16.93] | Over rivers' farms' and state lines |
[00:21.61] | The distance from here to where you' d be |
[00:26.49] | It' s only fingerlengths that I see |
[00:31.86] | I touch the place where I' d find your face |
[00:41.30] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
[00:51.42] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
[00:56.37] | There is no peace that I' ve found so far |
[01:01.37] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
[01:06.19] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
[01:11.52] | Their words mostly noises |
[01:14.05] | Ghosts with just voices |
[01:21.37] | Your words in my memory |
[01:26.25] | Are like music to me |
[01:31.63] | I' m miles from where you are' |
[01:34.93] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[01:40.00] | I' I pray that something picks me up |
[01:44.74] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
[01:54.31] | After I have travelled so far |
[01:58.75] | We' d set the fire to the third bar |
[02:03.69] | We' d share each other like an island |
[02:08.69] | Until exhausted' close our eyelids |
[02:13.75] | And dreaming' pick up from |
[02:16.57] | The last place we left off |
[02:23.44] | Your soft skin is weeping |
[02:28.75] | A joy you can' t keep in |
[02:34.00] | I' m miles from where you are' |
[02:37.55] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[02:42.38] | And I' I pray that something picks me up |
[02:47.42] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[02:54.12] | And miles from where you are' |
[02:57.49] | I lay down on the cold gound |
[03:02.62] | and I' I pray that something picks me up |
[03:07.31] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Connolly, Lightbody, Quinn ... |
[00:12.00] | I find the map and draw a straight line |
[00:16.93] | Over rivers' farms' and state lines |
[00:21.61] | The distance from here to where you' d be |
[00:26.49] | It' s only fingerlengths that I see |
[00:31.86] | I touch the place where I' d find your face |
[00:41.30] | My finger in creases of distant dark places |
[00:51.42] | I hang my coat up in the first bar |
[00:56.37] | There is no peace that I' ve found so far |
[01:01.37] | The laughter penetrates my silence |
[01:06.19] | As drunken men find flaws in science |
[01:11.52] | Their words mostly noises |
[01:14.05] | Ghosts with just voices |
[01:21.37] | Your words in my memory |
[01:26.25] | Are like music to me |
[01:31.63] | I' m miles from where you are' |
[01:34.93] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[01:40.00] | I' I pray that something picks me up |
[01:44.74] | And sets me down in your warm arms |
[01:54.31] | After I have travelled so far |
[01:58.75] | We' d set the fire to the third bar |
[02:03.69] | We' d share each other like an island |
[02:08.69] | Until exhausted' close our eyelids |
[02:13.75] | And dreaming' pick up from |
[02:16.57] | The last place we left off |
[02:23.44] | Your soft skin is weeping |
[02:28.75] | A joy you can' t keep in |
[02:34.00] | I' m miles from where you are' |
[02:37.55] | I lay down on the cold ground |
[02:42.38] | And I' I pray that something picks me up |
[02:47.42] | and sets me down in your warm arms |
[02:54.12] | And miles from where you are' |
[02:57.49] | I lay down on the cold gound |
[03:02.62] | and I' I pray that something picks me up |
[03:07.31] | and sets me down in your warm arms |