| Song | Homecoming |
| Artist | Bridge and Tunnel |
| Album | Run For Cover Records Summer Sampler 2012 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Bridge and Tunnel |
| [00:25.886] | When I arrived there |
| [00:31.854] | I walked round the path |
| [00:39.708] | where we learned to ride our bikes fast |
| [00:47.876] | In that cemetery |
| [00:52.902] | we could reach if we pushed back the brush |
| [00:58.557] | In the yard of the last house on the block |
| [01:03.897] | our mothers would call into the streets |
| [01:09.238] | to come back home |
| [01:17.406] | And they searched for the wreaths of the freshest flowers |
| [01:25.259] | and found your name |
| [01:35.626] | Now it's ten Decembers later that I write |
| [01:44.108] | And now it's ten Decembers later that I write |
| [01:52.904] | There wasn't time |
| [02:01.386] | to say goodbye. |
| [02:27.775] | But is there ever a time |
| [02:36.257] | when a young boy |
| [02:40.969] | flies into the night. |
| [02:45.995] | Now remember the spot |
| [02:48.194] | But I haven't been back |
| [02:50.079] | Simply driven by |
| [02:51.964] | the houses that we lived at |
| [02:54.791] | Turn off the radio |
| [02:56.676] | to hear the laughter that will always echo |
| [03:01.074] | And make its way |
| [03:02.959] | through decades past |
| [03:07.182] | to the ground where I found those wreaths laid. |
| [03:11.628] | And I can hear our mothers calling |
| [03:15.987] | to come back home |
| [03:19.972] | And I can hear the wheels turning as we would ride all night |
| [03:27.016] | And I can hear the wheels turning as we would ride all night |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Bridge and Tunnel |
| [00:25.886] | When I arrived there |
| [00:31.854] | I walked round the path |
| [00:39.708] | where we learned to ride our bikes fast |
| [00:47.876] | In that cemetery |
| [00:52.902] | we could reach if we pushed back the brush |
| [00:58.557] | In the yard of the last house on the block |
| [01:03.897] | our mothers would call into the streets |
| [01:09.238] | to come back home |
| [01:17.406] | And they searched for the wreaths of the freshest flowers |
| [01:25.259] | and found your name |
| [01:35.626] | Now it' s ten Decembers later that I write |
| [01:44.108] | And now it' s ten Decembers later that I write |
| [01:52.904] | There wasn' t time |
| [02:01.386] | to say goodbye. |
| [02:27.775] | But is there ever a time |
| [02:36.257] | when a young boy |
| [02:40.969] | flies into the night. |
| [02:45.995] | Now remember the spot |
| [02:48.194] | But I haven' t been back |
| [02:50.079] | Simply driven by |
| [02:51.964] | the houses that we lived at |
| [02:54.791] | Turn off the radio |
| [02:56.676] | to hear the laughter that will always echo |
| [03:01.074] | And make its way |
| [03:02.959] | through decades past |
| [03:07.182] | to the ground where I found those wreaths laid. |
| [03:11.628] | And I can hear our mothers calling |
| [03:15.987] | to come back home |
| [03:19.972] | And I can hear the wheels turning as we would ride all night |
| [03:27.016] | And I can hear the wheels turning as we would ride all night |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Bridge and Tunnel |
| [00:25.886] | When I arrived there |
| [00:31.854] | I walked round the path |
| [00:39.708] | where we learned to ride our bikes fast |
| [00:47.876] | In that cemetery |
| [00:52.902] | we could reach if we pushed back the brush |
| [00:58.557] | In the yard of the last house on the block |
| [01:03.897] | our mothers would call into the streets |
| [01:09.238] | to come back home |
| [01:17.406] | And they searched for the wreaths of the freshest flowers |
| [01:25.259] | and found your name |
| [01:35.626] | Now it' s ten Decembers later that I write |
| [01:44.108] | And now it' s ten Decembers later that I write |
| [01:52.904] | There wasn' t time |
| [02:01.386] | to say goodbye. |
| [02:27.775] | But is there ever a time |
| [02:36.257] | when a young boy |
| [02:40.969] | flies into the night. |
| [02:45.995] | Now remember the spot |
| [02:48.194] | But I haven' t been back |
| [02:50.079] | Simply driven by |
| [02:51.964] | the houses that we lived at |
| [02:54.791] | Turn off the radio |
| [02:56.676] | to hear the laughter that will always echo |
| [03:01.074] | And make its way |
| [03:02.959] | through decades past |
| [03:07.182] | to the ground where I found those wreaths laid. |
| [03:11.628] | And I can hear our mothers calling |
| [03:15.987] | to come back home |
| [03:19.972] | And I can hear the wheels turning as we would ride all night |
| [03:27.016] | And I can hear the wheels turning as we would ride all night |