Song | My Lover Won't Call |
Artist | Edith Frost |
Album | It's a Game |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Frost | |
I won't be goin' | |
I won't be goin' | |
I won't be goin' to the city | |
I won't be leavin' at all | |
There's work to do on the old collection | |
I'm sure that my lover won't call | |
I'm sure that my lover won't call | |
I've picked up the last of the boxes | |
And I've counted a hundred or more | |
I'll be glad when they take them away from my home | |
I won't see his face anymore | |
I'll never be seeing his face anymore | |
I won't be goin' | |
I won't be goin' | |
These crows are flying around my old lies | |
They're tapping away at my door | |
My vision is foggy | |
My hands, they are aching | |
My lover won't call me no more | |
My lover, he never will call me no more | |
I packed up the last of the boxes | |
And I know there's a hundred or more | |
So I call up the landlord and shut off the phone | |
I won't hear his voice anymore | |
I'll never be hearing his voice anymore | |
These crows are flying around me | |
They're tapping away at my door | |
My vision is foggy | |
My hands, they are shakin' | |
My lover won't call me no more | |
My lover, he never will call me no more | |
I won't be goin' | |
I won't be goin' | |
I won't be goin' | |
I won't be goin' |
zuo ci : Frost | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' to the city | |
I won' t be leavin' at all | |
There' s work to do on the old collection | |
I' m sure that my lover won' t call | |
I' m sure that my lover won' t call | |
I' ve picked up the last of the boxes | |
And I' ve counted a hundred or more | |
I' ll be glad when they take them away from my home | |
I won' t see his face anymore | |
I' ll never be seeing his face anymore | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
These crows are flying around my old lies | |
They' re tapping away at my door | |
My vision is foggy | |
My hands, they are aching | |
My lover won' t call me no more | |
My lover, he never will call me no more | |
I packed up the last of the boxes | |
And I know there' s a hundred or more | |
So I call up the landlord and shut off the phone | |
I won' t hear his voice anymore | |
I' ll never be hearing his voice anymore | |
These crows are flying around me | |
They' re tapping away at my door | |
My vision is foggy | |
My hands, they are shakin' | |
My lover won' t call me no more | |
My lover, he never will call me no more | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' |
zuò cí : Frost | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' to the city | |
I won' t be leavin' at all | |
There' s work to do on the old collection | |
I' m sure that my lover won' t call | |
I' m sure that my lover won' t call | |
I' ve picked up the last of the boxes | |
And I' ve counted a hundred or more | |
I' ll be glad when they take them away from my home | |
I won' t see his face anymore | |
I' ll never be seeing his face anymore | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
These crows are flying around my old lies | |
They' re tapping away at my door | |
My vision is foggy | |
My hands, they are aching | |
My lover won' t call me no more | |
My lover, he never will call me no more | |
I packed up the last of the boxes | |
And I know there' s a hundred or more | |
So I call up the landlord and shut off the phone | |
I won' t hear his voice anymore | |
I' ll never be hearing his voice anymore | |
These crows are flying around me | |
They' re tapping away at my door | |
My vision is foggy | |
My hands, they are shakin' | |
My lover won' t call me no more | |
My lover, he never will call me no more | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' | |
I won' t be goin' |