Song | Those Things Are Hers |
Artist | Honeydogs |
Album | Seen a Ghost |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Levy | |
Here we are | |
We're finally alone now | |
It's just you and me | |
And the memories of her | |
Please don't go | |
Though I know that you're angry | |
Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine | |
There's the glass | |
That she pressed to her lips nightly | |
If you look you can see a lipstick trace | |
There's the dress | |
That she wore so tightly | |
If you look in the mirror | |
You can see her standing there | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone | |
And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on | |
There's the ring that once h eld us together | |
She wants it back | |
So I'm sending it next week | |
There's the coat of brown and dirty leather | |
She doesn't really need it ' | |
Cause it's warm there out east | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone | |
And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on | |
There's the lamp that she turned off everynight | |
When she came to bed | |
And she held me in her arms | |
There's the door that she walked through daily | |
And the place that | |
I last saw her | |
When she walked out on me | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone | |
And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on |
zuo qu : Levy | |
Here we are | |
We' re finally alone now | |
It' s just you and me | |
And the memories of her | |
Please don' t go | |
Though I know that you' re angry | |
Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine | |
There' s the glass | |
That she pressed to her lips nightly | |
If you look you can see a lipstick trace | |
There' s the dress | |
That she wore so tightly | |
If you look in the mirror | |
You can see her standing there | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on | |
There' s the ring that once h eld us together | |
She wants it back | |
So I' m sending it next week | |
There' s the coat of brown and dirty leather | |
She doesn' t really need it ' | |
Cause it' s warm there out east | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on | |
There' s the lamp that she turned off everynight | |
When she came to bed | |
And she held me in her arms | |
There' s the door that she walked through daily | |
And the place that | |
I last saw her | |
When she walked out on me | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on |
zuò qǔ : Levy | |
Here we are | |
We' re finally alone now | |
It' s just you and me | |
And the memories of her | |
Please don' t go | |
Though I know that you' re angry | |
Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine | |
There' s the glass | |
That she pressed to her lips nightly | |
If you look you can see a lipstick trace | |
There' s the dress | |
That she wore so tightly | |
If you look in the mirror | |
You can see her standing there | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on | |
There' s the ring that once h eld us together | |
She wants it back | |
So I' m sending it next week | |
There' s the coat of brown and dirty leather | |
She doesn' t really need it ' | |
Cause it' s warm there out east | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on | |
There' s the lamp that she turned off everynight | |
When she came to bed | |
And she held me in her arms | |
There' s the door that she walked through daily | |
And the place that | |
I last saw her | |
When she walked out on me | |
Those things are hers: | |
The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
And I got nerve: | |
It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
That just keeps hanging on |