Song | Yesterdays Tomorrows |
Artist | Tindersticks |
Album | The Hungry Saw |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Boulter, Staples | |
Ah, those days, those days where did they go? | |
They shuffled through our doorways. | |
Are they here? | |
Ah, those days, those days they follow us home and peer through our windows. | |
And they're here? | |
For all our hoping they're here. | |
Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, they crackle under our pillows and they're here. | |
Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they're here. | |
And still we try to reach for what has gone behind, but they're here. | |
The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry and every moment burned with that fire but they're here. | |
Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they're here. | |
For all our hoping, all our wondering, they're here. |
zuo qu : Boulter, Staples | |
Ah, those days, those days where did they go? | |
They shuffled through our doorways. | |
Are they here? | |
Ah, those days, those days they follow us home and peer through our windows. | |
And they' re here? | |
For all our hoping they' re here. | |
Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, they crackle under our pillows and they' re here. | |
Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
And still we try to reach for what has gone behind, but they' re here. | |
The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry and every moment burned with that fire but they' re here. | |
Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
For all our hoping, all our wondering, they' re here. |
zuò qǔ : Boulter, Staples | |
Ah, those days, those days where did they go? | |
They shuffled through our doorways. | |
Are they here? | |
Ah, those days, those days they follow us home and peer through our windows. | |
And they' re here? | |
For all our hoping they' re here. | |
Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by, they crackle under our pillows and they' re here. | |
Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
And still we try to reach for what has gone behind, but they' re here. | |
The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry and every moment burned with that fire but they' re here. | |
Then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, then our yesterdays tomorrows, they' re here. | |
For all our hoping, all our wondering, they' re here. |