Song | St. Swithin's Day |
Artist | Billy Bragg |
Album | Brewing Up with Billy Bragg |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Bragg | |
Thinking back now, | |
I suppose you were just stating your views | |
What was it all for | |
For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt | |
And the times that we all hoped would last | |
Like a train they have gone by so fast | |
And though we stood together | |
At the edge of the platform | |
We were not moved by them. | |
With my own hands | |
When I make love to your memory | |
It's not the same | |
I miss the thunder | |
I miss the rain | |
And the fact that you don't understand | |
Casts a shadow over this land | |
But the sun still shines from behind it. | |
Thanks all the same | |
But I just can't bring myself to answer your letters | |
It's not your fault | |
But your honesty touches me like a fire | |
The Polaroids that hold us together | |
Will surely fade away | |
Like the love that we spoke of forever | |
On St. Swithin's Day. |
zuo ci : Bragg | |
Thinking back now, | |
I suppose you were just stating your views | |
What was it all for | |
For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt | |
And the times that we all hoped would last | |
Like a train they have gone by so fast | |
And though we stood together | |
At the edge of the platform | |
We were not moved by them. | |
With my own hands | |
When I make love to your memory | |
It' s not the same | |
I miss the thunder | |
I miss the rain | |
And the fact that you don' t understand | |
Casts a shadow over this land | |
But the sun still shines from behind it. | |
Thanks all the same | |
But I just can' t bring myself to answer your letters | |
It' s not your fault | |
But your honesty touches me like a fire | |
The Polaroids that hold us together | |
Will surely fade away | |
Like the love that we spoke of forever | |
On St. Swithin' s Day. |
zuò cí : Bragg | |
Thinking back now, | |
I suppose you were just stating your views | |
What was it all for | |
For the weather or the Battle of Agincourt | |
And the times that we all hoped would last | |
Like a train they have gone by so fast | |
And though we stood together | |
At the edge of the platform | |
We were not moved by them. | |
With my own hands | |
When I make love to your memory | |
It' s not the same | |
I miss the thunder | |
I miss the rain | |
And the fact that you don' t understand | |
Casts a shadow over this land | |
But the sun still shines from behind it. | |
Thanks all the same | |
But I just can' t bring myself to answer your letters | |
It' s not your fault | |
But your honesty touches me like a fire | |
The Polaroids that hold us together | |
Will surely fade away | |
Like the love that we spoke of forever | |
On St. Swithin' s Day. |