Song | Sweetest Decline |
Artist | Beth Orton |
Album | Pass in Time- The Definitive Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Orton | |
She weaves secrets in her hair | |
The whispers are not hers to share | |
She's deep as a well | |
She's deep as a well | |
Another day wastes away | |
And my heart sinks with the sun | |
A new day's dawning | |
And a new day has not yet begun | |
So, anyway | |
There I was | |
Just sitting on your porch, drinking ale. | |
Drinking in your sweetest decline | |
Your sweetest decline | |
What's the use in regrets | |
They're just thing we haven't done yet | |
What are regrets? | |
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet | |
Another day draws away | |
And my heart sinks with the sun | |
It's like catching snow on my tongue | |
It's like catching snow on my tongue | |
So, anyway | |
There I was | |
Just sitting on your porch | |
Drink in your sweetest decline | |
The sweetest decline | |
What are regrets? | |
What are regrets? | |
They're just lessons we haven't learned yet | |
It's like catching snow on your tongue | |
You can't pin this butterfly down | |
Can't pin this butterfly down |
zuo ci : Orton | |
She weaves secrets in her hair | |
The whispers are not hers to share | |
She' s deep as a well | |
She' s deep as a well | |
Another day wastes away | |
And my heart sinks with the sun | |
A new day' s dawning | |
And a new day has not yet begun | |
So, anyway | |
There I was | |
Just sitting on your porch, drinking ale. | |
Drinking in your sweetest decline | |
Your sweetest decline | |
What' s the use in regrets | |
They' re just thing we haven' t done yet | |
What are regrets? | |
They' re just lessons we haven' t learned yet | |
Another day draws away | |
And my heart sinks with the sun | |
It' s like catching snow on my tongue | |
It' s like catching snow on my tongue | |
So, anyway | |
There I was | |
Just sitting on your porch | |
Drink in your sweetest decline | |
The sweetest decline | |
What are regrets? | |
What are regrets? | |
They' re just lessons we haven' t learned yet | |
It' s like catching snow on your tongue | |
You can' t pin this butterfly down | |
Can' t pin this butterfly down |
zuò cí : Orton | |
She weaves secrets in her hair | |
The whispers are not hers to share | |
She' s deep as a well | |
She' s deep as a well | |
Another day wastes away | |
And my heart sinks with the sun | |
A new day' s dawning | |
And a new day has not yet begun | |
So, anyway | |
There I was | |
Just sitting on your porch, drinking ale. | |
Drinking in your sweetest decline | |
Your sweetest decline | |
What' s the use in regrets | |
They' re just thing we haven' t done yet | |
What are regrets? | |
They' re just lessons we haven' t learned yet | |
Another day draws away | |
And my heart sinks with the sun | |
It' s like catching snow on my tongue | |
It' s like catching snow on my tongue | |
So, anyway | |
There I was | |
Just sitting on your porch | |
Drink in your sweetest decline | |
The sweetest decline | |
What are regrets? | |
What are regrets? | |
They' re just lessons we haven' t learned yet | |
It' s like catching snow on your tongue | |
You can' t pin this butterfly down | |
Can' t pin this butterfly down |