Song | A Room Lives in Lucy |
Artist | And Also the Trees |
Album | The Evening of the 24th |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
I hear voices from another morning | |
And in the sunlight I feel the room grow | |
Windows, white curtained and smooth walls | |
But the night leaves her on the floors | |
Of a mansion hall | |
And the feet on the floors | |
I must get up off the floors | |
Off the floors... off the floors.... | |
In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
I feel someone's waking in my room again | |
She says she's leaving | |
But she will never go | |
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves | |
She's stretching but she cannot reach | |
The pale flowers | |
Watching their petals fall | |
Like the rain | |
How it rains... how it rains... | |
In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
There are a lot of nice places we could go | |
There are such a lot of nice places we could go | |
There are so many beautiful places | |
I've seen them somewhere | |
But where is it we go | |
With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood | |
And the gentle laughter swirls round the room | |
And she's gone | |
In Lucy lives a room |
zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
I hear voices from another morning | |
And in the sunlight I feel the room grow | |
Windows, white curtained and smooth walls | |
But the night leaves her on the floors | |
Of a mansion hall | |
And the feet on the floors | |
I must get up off the floors | |
Off the floors... off the floors.... | |
In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
I feel someone' s waking in my room again | |
She says she' s leaving | |
But she will never go | |
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves | |
She' s stretching but she cannot reach | |
The pale flowers | |
Watching their petals fall | |
Like the rain | |
How it rains... how it rains... | |
In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
There are a lot of nice places we could go | |
There are such a lot of nice places we could go | |
There are so many beautiful places | |
I' ve seen them somewhere | |
But where is it we go | |
With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood | |
And the gentle laughter swirls round the room | |
And she' s gone | |
In Lucy lives a room |
zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
I hear voices from another morning | |
And in the sunlight I feel the room grow | |
Windows, white curtained and smooth walls | |
But the night leaves her on the floors | |
Of a mansion hall | |
And the feet on the floors | |
I must get up off the floors | |
Off the floors... off the floors.... | |
In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
I feel someone' s waking in my room again | |
She says she' s leaving | |
But she will never go | |
Wilting while waiting in the dark leaves | |
She' s stretching but she cannot reach | |
The pale flowers | |
Watching their petals fall | |
Like the rain | |
How it rains... how it rains... | |
In Lucy lives a room, inside | |
There are a lot of nice places we could go | |
There are such a lot of nice places we could go | |
There are so many beautiful places | |
I' ve seen them somewhere | |
But where is it we go | |
With the crumbled statues in the dappled wood | |
And the gentle laughter swirls round the room | |
And she' s gone | |
In Lucy lives a room |