Song | Cinnamon Winter |
Artist | Cinderpop |
Album | A Lesson in Science |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ellis | |
Cold bitter morning, another November | |
Gathering the sticks and the rocks in the park | |
It's then there came Alice, | |
sporting the raindrops | |
sporting the kind that would usually smart | |
And through these thoughts | |
and playful ideas, | |
we join the fools | |
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice | |
From the heat of the ice, | |
we bathe. | |
Cinnamon winter, vacant and wise | |
With our hands on the price | |
we said, | |
Let not one soul come between us now | |
You must admit this has been a | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Looking into me, you said I was fading | |
You said I was losing my path to the light | |
Kill all the prophets, and poor Nostradamus | |
and placing the sage with the freaks in the zoo | |
Like when you took us both by the house | |
and -- | |
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice | |
From the heat of the ice, | |
we bathe | |
Cinnamon winter, vacant to lies | |
With our hands on the price | |
we said, | |
Let not a soul come between us now | |
You must admit this has been a | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Pretty Amazing Day... |
zuo qu : Ellis | |
Cold bitter morning, another November | |
Gathering the sticks and the rocks in the park | |
It' s then there came Alice, | |
sporting the raindrops | |
sporting the kind that would usually smart | |
And through these thoughts | |
and playful ideas, | |
we join the fools | |
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice | |
From the heat of the ice, | |
we bathe. | |
Cinnamon winter, vacant and wise | |
With our hands on the price | |
we said, | |
Let not one soul come between us now | |
You must admit this has been a | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Looking into me, you said I was fading | |
You said I was losing my path to the light | |
Kill all the prophets, and poor Nostradamus | |
and placing the sage with the freaks in the zoo | |
Like when you took us both by the house | |
and | |
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice | |
From the heat of the ice, | |
we bathe | |
Cinnamon winter, vacant to lies | |
With our hands on the price | |
we said, | |
Let not a soul come between us now | |
You must admit this has been a | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Pretty Amazing Day... |
zuò qǔ : Ellis | |
Cold bitter morning, another November | |
Gathering the sticks and the rocks in the park | |
It' s then there came Alice, | |
sporting the raindrops | |
sporting the kind that would usually smart | |
And through these thoughts | |
and playful ideas, | |
we join the fools | |
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice | |
From the heat of the ice, | |
we bathe. | |
Cinnamon winter, vacant and wise | |
With our hands on the price | |
we said, | |
Let not one soul come between us now | |
You must admit this has been a | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Looking into me, you said I was fading | |
You said I was losing my path to the light | |
Kill all the prophets, and poor Nostradamus | |
and placing the sage with the freaks in the zoo | |
Like when you took us both by the house | |
and | |
Cinnamon winter, colder than ice | |
From the heat of the ice, | |
we bathe | |
Cinnamon winter, vacant to lies | |
With our hands on the price | |
we said, | |
Let not a soul come between us now | |
You must admit this has been a | |
Pretty Amazing Day... | |
Pretty Amazing Day... |