| Song | Love's First Kiss |
| Artist | Michael Nesmith |
| Album | From a Radio Engine to the Photon Wing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Myrow, Nesmith | |
| The sharp crowded moments | |
| And disinterested blur slip far back in memory | |
| As thought rises higher | |
| Painting scenes of forests | |
| Welded white with snow | |
| Breath that hung in stillness | |
| The quietness of the road | |
| You were warm | |
| As winter's snowflake | |
| Settled on your hair | |
| That first touch was intimate | |
| And drove away the fear | |
| Somehow I saw the moon that night | |
| It peeked through broken clouds | |
| It seemed quite odd to see the moon | |
| But I understand it now | |
| It had come to bless | |
| Love's first kiss | |
| To keep romance alive | |
| And give us both | |
| Sweet memories | |
| And help our thoughts to rise | |
| It had come to bless | |
| Love's first kiss | |
| To keep romance alive | |
| And give us both | |
| Sweet memories | |
| And help our thoughts to rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher. |
| zuo ci : Myrow, Nesmith | |
| The sharp crowded moments | |
| And disinterested blur slip far back in memory | |
| As thought rises higher | |
| Painting scenes of forests | |
| Welded white with snow | |
| Breath that hung in stillness | |
| The quietness of the road | |
| You were warm | |
| As winter' s snowflake | |
| Settled on your hair | |
| That first touch was intimate | |
| And drove away the fear | |
| Somehow I saw the moon that night | |
| It peeked through broken clouds | |
| It seemed quite odd to see the moon | |
| But I understand it now | |
| It had come to bless | |
| Love' s first kiss | |
| To keep romance alive | |
| And give us both | |
| Sweet memories | |
| And help our thoughts to rise | |
| It had come to bless | |
| Love' s first kiss | |
| To keep romance alive | |
| And give us both | |
| Sweet memories | |
| And help our thoughts to rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher. |
| zuò cí : Myrow, Nesmith | |
| The sharp crowded moments | |
| And disinterested blur slip far back in memory | |
| As thought rises higher | |
| Painting scenes of forests | |
| Welded white with snow | |
| Breath that hung in stillness | |
| The quietness of the road | |
| You were warm | |
| As winter' s snowflake | |
| Settled on your hair | |
| That first touch was intimate | |
| And drove away the fear | |
| Somehow I saw the moon that night | |
| It peeked through broken clouds | |
| It seemed quite odd to see the moon | |
| But I understand it now | |
| It had come to bless | |
| Love' s first kiss | |
| To keep romance alive | |
| And give us both | |
| Sweet memories | |
| And help our thoughts to rise | |
| It had come to bless | |
| Love' s first kiss | |
| To keep romance alive | |
| And give us both | |
| Sweet memories | |
| And help our thoughts to rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher, | |
| Rise higher. |