Song | Haunted Melody |
Artist | The Clientele |
Album | The Violet Hour |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clientele, MacLean | |
Basketballs bounce out of tune | |
The streets are empty and the moon | |
Has shone on Mrs. Parker | |
And her daughter's soda water 'till they swoon | |
Golden evenings pass me by | |
Beneath a dream of darker eyes | |
And empty on a southbound train | |
Through Battersea in glowing rain, I ride | |
Oh, the music is so loud | |
Enchanting all the faltering crowds | |
To sing again their lonely melody | |
My heart is yours and I love you | |
You keep my mind as well | |
And sometimes here when I touch you | |
It's heaven and it's | |
So the years have passed me by | |
The library's shelves refract the light | |
And black and white will not make clear | |
The seasons and the reasons and my fear |
zuo ci : Clientele, MacLean | |
Basketballs bounce out of tune | |
The streets are empty and the moon | |
Has shone on Mrs. Parker | |
And her daughter' s soda water ' till they swoon | |
Golden evenings pass me by | |
Beneath a dream of darker eyes | |
And empty on a southbound train | |
Through Battersea in glowing rain, I ride | |
Oh, the music is so loud | |
Enchanting all the faltering crowds | |
To sing again their lonely melody | |
My heart is yours and I love you | |
You keep my mind as well | |
And sometimes here when I touch you | |
It' s heaven and it' s | |
So the years have passed me by | |
The library' s shelves refract the light | |
And black and white will not make clear | |
The seasons and the reasons and my fear |
zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean | |
Basketballs bounce out of tune | |
The streets are empty and the moon | |
Has shone on Mrs. Parker | |
And her daughter' s soda water ' till they swoon | |
Golden evenings pass me by | |
Beneath a dream of darker eyes | |
And empty on a southbound train | |
Through Battersea in glowing rain, I ride | |
Oh, the music is so loud | |
Enchanting all the faltering crowds | |
To sing again their lonely melody | |
My heart is yours and I love you | |
You keep my mind as well | |
And sometimes here when I touch you | |
It' s heaven and it' s | |
So the years have passed me by | |
The library' s shelves refract the light | |
And black and white will not make clear | |
The seasons and the reasons and my fear |