November StarlingsLRC
- 更新时间：2009-3-12
- 刷新时间：2025-03-07 07:58
- [ti:November Starlings]
[ar:Trembling Blue Stars]
[al:The Last Holy Writer]
[by:8e8e.net]
[00:08.56]The world is beautiful and it’s waiting
[00:15.53]We’re hungry for what’s on the table
[00:22.62]Under clouds that keep on changing
[00:29.45]Hope returns and keeps returning
[00:44.32]That trace of sunshine in the winter
[00:51.29]That breeze when summer’s at its highest
[00:58.20]Part of the ride, of the adventure
[01:05.57]You and I will journey together
[01:10.61]Sharing whatever
[01:14.88]We uncover
[01:24.40]The dusk upon The Marsh
[01:31.35]The stations of the cross
[01:36.16]Rest your head on me and I’ll catch you
[01:40.39]Your head on me and I’ll catch you
[01:43.72]I’ll catch you
[01:55.88]This life that you and I are living
[02:02.46]It’s a scrapbook in the making
[02:09.78]Flick to the howl of England’s garden
[02:16.99]Save a page for November starlings
[02:31.78]Pinning down what we are feeling
[02:38.77]Is something we’ll never be awake to
[02:45.75]Love does the hiding we the seeking
[02:52.67]And there will never be a breakthrough
[02:58.08]Undefined it will stay
[03:01.56]A handful of snowflakes
[03:11.18]Trying to tell you how much and how
[03:17.86]Beyond squeezing your hand three times in a crowd
[03:23.43]Rest your head on me and I’ll catch you
[03:27.46]Your head on me and I’ll catch you
[03:31.28]I’ll catch you
[03:53.53]
[03:55.46]
November Starlings歌词
- 歌词名称：November Starlings
- 演唱歌手：Trembling Blue Stars
- 歌词专辑：The Last Holy Writer
- The world is beautiful and it’s waiting
We’re hungry for what’s on the table
Under clouds that keep on changing
Hope returns and keeps returning
That trace of sunshine in the winter
That breeze when summer’s at its highest
Part of the ride, of the adventure
You and I will journey together
Sharing whatever
We uncover
The dusk upon The Marsh
The stations of the cross
Rest your head on me and I’ll catch you
Your head on me and I’ll catch you
I’ll catch you
This life that you and I are living
Flick to the howl of England’s garden
It’s a scrapbook in the making
Save a page for November starlings
Pinning down what we are feeling
Is something we’ll never be awake to
Love does the hiding we the seeking
And there will never be a breakthrough
Undefined it will stay
A handful of snowflakes
Trying to tell you how much and how
Beyond squeezing your hand three times in a crowd
Rest your head on me and I’ll catch you
Your head on me and I’ll catch you
I’ll catch you
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