Miles Franklin Lyrics
| Song | Miles Franklin |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Stars Forever |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| All the lovers I've had I seemed to mislay | |
| One went mad, one went away | |
| One left a note that said 'The heart repairs' | |
| On the wine cork he wrote 'Love is there' | |
| The shelves we put up at the foot of the stairs | |
| Make me long to be a couple like the ones at Ikea | |
| Now when I dream of a man | |
| I see him putting up shelves (shelves!) | |
| Single, 32, working in IT | |
| Miles Franklin | |
| Gay, discreet | |
| Neatly-bound issues, Wallpaper magazine | |
| Sam Taylor-Wood, Philip Glass symphonies | |
| David Sylvian, 'Dead Bees On A Cake' | |
| Modernist, minimalist, opaque | |
| Japanese tea, lonely old me | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Whether you care or pretend you don't care | |
| You can't forget 'love is there' | |
| Classified advertisements, Wallpaper magazine | |
| Lines from stupid pop songs, the fragments of a dream | |
| Or simply spring (spring!) | |
| It all begins again | |
| The serene calm of ebonised ash | |
| Modern antiques, ceramics and birch | |
| A stainless steel kitchen, a stainless steel heart | |
| Kuala Lumpur, a world apart | |
| The men I never met | |
| The books I never wrote | |
| Files full of letters and boxes full of notes | |
| A Charles Eames chair, beautiful and bare | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Whether you care or pretend you don't care | |
| You can't forget 'love is there' | |
| The shelves of magazines | |
| You flipped through idly | |
| Your life as tidy as the Alexandria library | |
| The heart repairs | |
| Like the shelves at the foot of the stairs | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Discreet or outrageous, scene or non-scene | |
| Love is there, shy and obscene | |
| The men I never met | |
| The books I never wrote | |
| The songs I never sang, my heart full of hope | |
| Or simply spring (spring!) | |
| It all begins again |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| All the lovers I' ve had I seemed to mislay | |
| One went mad, one went away | |
| One left a note that said ' The heart repairs' | |
| On the wine cork he wrote ' Love is there' | |
| The shelves we put up at the foot of the stairs | |
| Make me long to be a couple like the ones at Ikea | |
| Now when I dream of a man | |
| I see him putting up shelves shelves! | |
| Single, 32, working in IT | |
| Miles Franklin | |
| Gay, discreet | |
| Neatlybound issues, Wallpaper magazine | |
| Sam TaylorWood, Philip Glass symphonies | |
| David Sylvian, ' Dead Bees On A Cake' | |
| Modernist, minimalist, opaque | |
| Japanese tea, lonely old me | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Whether you care or pretend you don' t care | |
| You can' t forget ' love is there' | |
| Classified advertisements, Wallpaper magazine | |
| Lines from stupid pop songs, the fragments of a dream | |
| Or simply spring spring! | |
| It all begins again | |
| The serene calm of ebonised ash | |
| Modern antiques, ceramics and birch | |
| A stainless steel kitchen, a stainless steel heart | |
| Kuala Lumpur, a world apart | |
| The men I never met | |
| The books I never wrote | |
| Files full of letters and boxes full of notes | |
| A Charles Eames chair, beautiful and bare | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Whether you care or pretend you don' t care | |
| You can' t forget ' love is there' | |
| The shelves of magazines | |
| You flipped through idly | |
| Your life as tidy as the Alexandria library | |
| The heart repairs | |
| Like the shelves at the foot of the stairs | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Discreet or outrageous, scene or nonscene | |
| Love is there, shy and obscene | |
| The men I never met | |
| The books I never wrote | |
| The songs I never sang, my heart full of hope | |
| Or simply spring spring! | |
| It all begins again |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| All the lovers I' ve had I seemed to mislay | |
| One went mad, one went away | |
| One left a note that said ' The heart repairs' | |
| On the wine cork he wrote ' Love is there' | |
| The shelves we put up at the foot of the stairs | |
| Make me long to be a couple like the ones at Ikea | |
| Now when I dream of a man | |
| I see him putting up shelves shelves! | |
| Single, 32, working in IT | |
| Miles Franklin | |
| Gay, discreet | |
| Neatlybound issues, Wallpaper magazine | |
| Sam TaylorWood, Philip Glass symphonies | |
| David Sylvian, ' Dead Bees On A Cake' | |
| Modernist, minimalist, opaque | |
| Japanese tea, lonely old me | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Whether you care or pretend you don' t care | |
| You can' t forget ' love is there' | |
| Classified advertisements, Wallpaper magazine | |
| Lines from stupid pop songs, the fragments of a dream | |
| Or simply spring spring! | |
| It all begins again | |
| The serene calm of ebonised ash | |
| Modern antiques, ceramics and birch | |
| A stainless steel kitchen, a stainless steel heart | |
| Kuala Lumpur, a world apart | |
| The men I never met | |
| The books I never wrote | |
| Files full of letters and boxes full of notes | |
| A Charles Eames chair, beautiful and bare | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Whether you care or pretend you don' t care | |
| You can' t forget ' love is there' | |
| The shelves of magazines | |
| You flipped through idly | |
| Your life as tidy as the Alexandria library | |
| The heart repairs | |
| Like the shelves at the foot of the stairs | |
| The day before you came | |
| The one that got away | |
| My life with Tyler Brule | |
| Discreet or outrageous, scene or nonscene | |
| Love is there, shy and obscene | |
| The men I never met | |
| The books I never wrote | |
| The songs I never sang, my heart full of hope | |
| Or simply spring spring! | |
| It all begins again |
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