Song | Pine Away |
Artist | The Apples in Stereo |
Album | Fun Trick Noisemaker |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Schneider | |
Evening, the sky is glowing | |
Underneath us the grass is slowing down | |
On its way up to the sun | |
Lying around devoting time | |
To watching the stars exploding | |
Into space one by one | |
Take me to a distant place and time | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
Puts me in a distant state of mind | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
I pine away | |
I love the older people | |
They seem to live in a world of simple life | |
Where simple pleasures still belong | |
Years past, they contemplated | |
How the world was less complicated | |
Years befoere they came along | |
Takes me to a distant place and time | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
Puts me in a distant state of mind | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
I pine away | |
I pine after my home, my yard | |
The olden days, the faraway | |
The stars that rain over it all | |
I pine away |
zuo ci : Schneider | |
Evening, the sky is glowing | |
Underneath us the grass is slowing down | |
On its way up to the sun | |
Lying around devoting time | |
To watching the stars exploding | |
Into space one by one | |
Take me to a distant place and time | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
Puts me in a distant state of mind | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
I pine away | |
I love the older people | |
They seem to live in a world of simple life | |
Where simple pleasures still belong | |
Years past, they contemplated | |
How the world was less complicated | |
Years befoere they came along | |
Takes me to a distant place and time | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
Puts me in a distant state of mind | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
I pine away | |
I pine after my home, my yard | |
The olden days, the faraway | |
The stars that rain over it all | |
I pine away |
zuò cí : Schneider | |
Evening, the sky is glowing | |
Underneath us the grass is slowing down | |
On its way up to the sun | |
Lying around devoting time | |
To watching the stars exploding | |
Into space one by one | |
Take me to a distant place and time | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
Puts me in a distant state of mind | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
I pine away | |
I love the older people | |
They seem to live in a world of simple life | |
Where simple pleasures still belong | |
Years past, they contemplated | |
How the world was less complicated | |
Years befoere they came along | |
Takes me to a distant place and time | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
Puts me in a distant state of mind | |
This is not the first time I have pined | |
I pine away | |
I pine after my home, my yard | |
The olden days, the faraway | |
The stars that rain over it all | |
I pine away |