Song | Bonnie Parker |
Artist | Charlene Kaye |
Album | Things I Will Need in the Past |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kaye | |
I would like to run away to | |
A place where | |
The clouds would roll high in the afternoon | |
Where sidewalks light up by the harvest moon | |
I would like to run away to | |
A place where | |
Stars could be seen as a warning | |
Where we could rise clean in the morning | |
The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
Just bury your face in your hands | |
And follow the river that just keeps flowing | |
I would like to find a place | |
Where the taste of | |
Blood in my mouth could evaporate | |
Where my soul could just rest from all this weight | |
And then you and I could live in peace | |
You and I could dine like kings complete again | |
The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
Just bury your face in your hands | |
And follow the fire that just keeps growing… |
zuo qu : Kaye | |
I would like to run away to | |
A place where | |
The clouds would roll high in the afternoon | |
Where sidewalks light up by the harvest moon | |
I would like to run away to | |
A place where | |
Stars could be seen as a warning | |
Where we could rise clean in the morning | |
The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
Just bury your face in your hands | |
And follow the river that just keeps flowing | |
I would like to find a place | |
Where the taste of | |
Blood in my mouth could evaporate | |
Where my soul could just rest from all this weight | |
And then you and I could live in peace | |
You and I could dine like kings complete again | |
The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
Just bury your face in your hands | |
And follow the fire that just keeps growing |
zuò qǔ : Kaye | |
I would like to run away to | |
A place where | |
The clouds would roll high in the afternoon | |
Where sidewalks light up by the harvest moon | |
I would like to run away to | |
A place where | |
Stars could be seen as a warning | |
Where we could rise clean in the morning | |
The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
Just bury your face in your hands | |
And follow the river that just keeps flowing | |
I would like to find a place | |
Where the taste of | |
Blood in my mouth could evaporate | |
Where my soul could just rest from all this weight | |
And then you and I could live in peace | |
You and I could dine like kings complete again | |
The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
Just bury your face in your hands | |
And follow the fire that just keeps growing |