Song | No Love Like That |
Artist | Jonathan Fire*Eater |
Album | Wolf Songs for Lambs |
作曲 : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
I live above a cafe on a shady street | |
My landlady treats me like a Son | |
I can hear her family laughing when I'm in the sheets | |
Over wine when the day is done | |
See how they interact | |
As though they made a pact | |
To be tender when the world is coarse | |
No love like that | |
No love like that | |
No love like that at my door anymore | |
Oh no | |
Cassis sorbet, the Barcelona bay | |
You were sick and it was your last spring | |
But we stayed in the play for the better part of May | |
I brought the kids by to hear you sing | |
You help me understand my luck went out of hand | |
I don't do that anymore | |
I don't care what you may do | |
Just as long as you are true | |
No love like that | |
No love like that | |
No love like that at my door anymore | |
Oh no | |
Sit around here, look how we all behave | |
There's no love like that | |
No love like that | |
No love like that at my door anymore | |
I dreamed a dream of a creaky booth as they all went by me on a snowy rooftop | |
Yeah |
zuò qǔ : Jonathan Fire Eater | |
I live above a cafe on a shady street | |
My landlady treats me like a Son | |
I can hear her family laughing when I' m in the sheets | |
Over wine when the day is done | |
See how they interact | |
As though they made a pact | |
To be tender when the world is coarse | |
No love like that | |
No love like that | |
No love like that at my door anymore | |
Oh no | |
Cassis sorbet, the Barcelona bay | |
You were sick and it was your last spring | |
But we stayed in the play for the better part of May | |
I brought the kids by to hear you sing | |
You help me understand my luck went out of hand | |
I don' t do that anymore | |
I don' t care what you may do | |
Just as long as you are true | |
No love like that | |
No love like that | |
No love like that at my door anymore | |
Oh no | |
Sit around here, look how we all behave | |
There' s no love like that | |
No love like that | |
No love like that at my door anymore | |
I dreamed a dream of a creaky booth as they all went by me on a snowy rooftop | |
Yeah |