| Song | I Miss My Sky (Amelia Earhart's Last Days) |
| Artist | Heather Nova |
| Album | Red Bird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Nova | |
| I bury myself in the leaves to sleep | |
| The sun so strong and rage so deep | |
| I keep waking to find | |
| I've been dreaming again | |
| And the sound of the ocean is not a plane | |
| And far away they talk about me | |
| In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties | |
| I'm a heroine and a tragic figure | |
| I'm a heroine as | |
| I'm lying here | |
| Beneath my sky | |
| And sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I cry Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder Why we're always coming down | |
| And why we need to touch the ground | |
| And why I didn't keep on heading right on up to heaven | |
| I miss my sky | |
| Here from below the clouds are shadows | |
| Not the golden mountains | |
| I used to fly through | |
| Here from below the sky?s a painting | |
| In a child's room with the future waiting | |
| But not for me | |
| I look up at the birds flying overhead | |
| My sentinel's true but the signals dead | |
| It's been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow | |
| And the poetry and the best of me | |
| And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me | |
| All fell into the azure sea | |
| In the tailspin with the last of me | |
| And my wings, and my song, all that | |
| I knew is dead and gone | |
| I'm weak and tired but my will is strong | |
| And my hope lives on, my hope lives on | |
| S But sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I cry Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder Why we're always coming down | |
| Why we need to touch the ground | |
| Why I didn't keep on heading | |
| Right on up to heaven | |
| I miss my sky | |
| I miss my sky |
| zuo ci : Nova | |
| I bury myself in the leaves to sleep | |
| The sun so strong and rage so deep | |
| I keep waking to find | |
| I' ve been dreaming again | |
| And the sound of the ocean is not a plane | |
| And far away they talk about me | |
| In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties | |
| I' m a heroine and a tragic figure | |
| I' m a heroine as | |
| I' m lying here | |
| Beneath my sky | |
| And sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I cry Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
| And why we need to touch the ground | |
| And why I didn' t keep on heading right on up to heaven | |
| I miss my sky | |
| Here from below the clouds are shadows | |
| Not the golden mountains | |
| I used to fly through | |
| Here from below the sky? s a painting | |
| In a child' s room with the future waiting | |
| But not for me | |
| I look up at the birds flying overhead | |
| My sentinel' s true but the signals dead | |
| It' s been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow | |
| And the poetry and the best of me | |
| And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me | |
| All fell into the azure sea | |
| In the tailspin with the last of me | |
| And my wings, and my song, all that | |
| I knew is dead and gone | |
| I' m weak and tired but my will is strong | |
| And my hope lives on, my hope lives on | |
| S But sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I cry Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
| Why we need to touch the ground | |
| Why I didn' t keep on heading | |
| Right on up to heaven | |
| I miss my sky | |
| I miss my sky |
| zuò cí : Nova | |
| I bury myself in the leaves to sleep | |
| The sun so strong and rage so deep | |
| I keep waking to find | |
| I' ve been dreaming again | |
| And the sound of the ocean is not a plane | |
| And far away they talk about me | |
| In newspaper columns they write about me round dinner tables and cocktail parties | |
| I' m a heroine and a tragic figure | |
| I' m a heroine as | |
| I' m lying here | |
| Beneath my sky | |
| And sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I cry Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
| And why we need to touch the ground | |
| And why I didn' t keep on heading right on up to heaven | |
| I miss my sky | |
| Here from below the clouds are shadows | |
| Not the golden mountains | |
| I used to fly through | |
| Here from below the sky? s a painting | |
| In a child' s room with the future waiting | |
| But not for me | |
| I look up at the birds flying overhead | |
| My sentinel' s true but the signals dead | |
| It' s been 500 days of hope and sorrow 500 nights with no tomorrow | |
| And the poetry and the best of me | |
| And the heart and the spirit and the sex of me | |
| All fell into the azure sea | |
| In the tailspin with the last of me | |
| And my wings, and my song, all that | |
| I knew is dead and gone | |
| I' m weak and tired but my will is strong | |
| And my hope lives on, my hope lives on | |
| S But sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I cry Sometimes | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wonder Why we' re always coming down | |
| Why we need to touch the ground | |
| Why I didn' t keep on heading | |
| Right on up to heaven | |
| I miss my sky | |
| I miss my sky |