Song | DagaDana |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | 2014影响城市之声精选合辑 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
from the four corners and silence of the room | |
outside the window, a February thaw – | |
a letter to your lips and your hands dearest | |
raindrops like music on the glass door – | |
it’s so far to you and so bitter, | |
it’s too much, over fields over sky, | |
I’m drowning in twilight and blue smoke | |
like the poplars in the fog at the roadside | |
maybe I should go into town | |
and spot trains passing through the station | |
and look at myself in the puddles | |
they are deeper than washbasins – | |
a letter to you about everything to you dearest | |
about love and about cold tea | |
about a walk with the moon in our hair | |
about all that can’t be |
from the four corners and silence of the room | |
outside the window, a February thaw | |
a letter to your lips and your hands dearest | |
raindrops like music on the glass door | |
it' s so far to you and so bitter, | |
it' s too much, over fields over sky, | |
I' m drowning in twilight and blue smoke | |
like the poplars in the fog at the roadside | |
maybe I should go into town | |
and spot trains passing through the station | |
and look at myself in the puddles | |
they are deeper than washbasins | |
a letter to you about everything to you dearest | |
about love and about cold tea | |
about a walk with the moon in our hair | |
about all that can' t be |
from the four corners and silence of the room | |
outside the window, a February thaw | |
a letter to your lips and your hands dearest | |
raindrops like music on the glass door | |
it' s so far to you and so bitter, | |
it' s too much, over fields over sky, | |
I' m drowning in twilight and blue smoke | |
like the poplars in the fog at the roadside | |
maybe I should go into town | |
and spot trains passing through the station | |
and look at myself in the puddles | |
they are deeper than washbasins | |
a letter to you about everything to you dearest | |
about love and about cold tea | |
about a walk with the moon in our hair | |
about all that can' t be |