Song | A Friend to You |
Artist | Joe Henry |
Album | Short Man's Room |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Henry | |
Day after day | |
I wonder why | |
This still should be | |
Any kind of surprise; | |
Nothing has changed | |
When I open my eyes — | |
I’m just a friend… | |
I'm just a friend to you. | |
Tables are turned | |
End over end | |
And this is a room | |
Where no love has been; | |
And no love lives now | |
And, though I pretend — | |
I’m just a friend… | |
I'm just a friend to you. | |
You turned to me | |
Without knowing how | |
I always was there | |
And am, even now; | |
Taking your arm | |
When you would allow, | |
Whenever a bitter wind blew... | |
And blow, it still does | |
In rings around my bed | |
And plays through the trees | |
That twist in my head; | |
I live to be more | |
But instead — | |
I’m just a friend… | |
I'm just a friend to you. | |
Why must I grieve | |
Like something was lost, | |
Like the light had gone out | |
Where our streets would cross; | |
Though this was always | |
Our way when we walked, | |
This isn't a street that goes through... | |
I wouldn’t change | |
The words that I spoke, | |
Though they haunt me now | |
Like clothes smell of smoke; | |
They lay on the floor | |
In this room where I woke | |
Alone, just a friend… | |
Just a friend to you. |
zuo ci : Henry | |
Day after day | |
I wonder why | |
This still should be | |
Any kind of surprise | |
Nothing has changed | |
When I open my eyes | |
I' m just a friend | |
I' m just a friend to you. | |
Tables are turned | |
End over end | |
And this is a room | |
Where no love has been | |
And no love lives now | |
And, though I pretend | |
I' m just a friend | |
I' m just a friend to you. | |
You turned to me | |
Without knowing how | |
I always was there | |
And am, even now | |
Taking your arm | |
When you would allow, | |
Whenever a bitter wind blew... | |
And blow, it still does | |
In rings around my bed | |
And plays through the trees | |
That twist in my head | |
I live to be more | |
But instead | |
I' m just a friend | |
I' m just a friend to you. | |
Why must I grieve | |
Like something was lost, | |
Like the light had gone out | |
Where our streets would cross | |
Though this was always | |
Our way when we walked, | |
This isn' t a street that goes through... | |
I wouldn' t change | |
The words that I spoke, | |
Though they haunt me now | |
Like clothes smell of smoke | |
They lay on the floor | |
In this room where I woke | |
Alone, just a friend | |
Just a friend to you. |
zuò cí : Henry | |
Day after day | |
I wonder why | |
This still should be | |
Any kind of surprise | |
Nothing has changed | |
When I open my eyes | |
I' m just a friend | |
I' m just a friend to you. | |
Tables are turned | |
End over end | |
And this is a room | |
Where no love has been | |
And no love lives now | |
And, though I pretend | |
I' m just a friend | |
I' m just a friend to you. | |
You turned to me | |
Without knowing how | |
I always was there | |
And am, even now | |
Taking your arm | |
When you would allow, | |
Whenever a bitter wind blew... | |
And blow, it still does | |
In rings around my bed | |
And plays through the trees | |
That twist in my head | |
I live to be more | |
But instead | |
I' m just a friend | |
I' m just a friend to you. | |
Why must I grieve | |
Like something was lost, | |
Like the light had gone out | |
Where our streets would cross | |
Though this was always | |
Our way when we walked, | |
This isn' t a street that goes through... | |
I wouldn' t change | |
The words that I spoke, | |
Though they haunt me now | |
Like clothes smell of smoke | |
They lay on the floor | |
In this room where I woke | |
Alone, just a friend | |
Just a friend to you. |