Close (KC Two) Lyrics
| Song | Close (KC Two) |
| Artist | matt pond PA |
| Album | Emblems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pond, Smith | |
| the braid from your hair | |
| rested on your shoulder | |
| shown in the green light | |
| from the panel of instruments | |
| the hairs looked like threads | |
| woven and were perfect | |
| shaking when you spoke | |
| and the voice near perfect too | |
| the darkness killed all doubt | |
| not more than an hour | |
| and mostly simple words | |
| straightened out the corners | |
| and for a short time filled the seams | |
| so no light could break in | |
| without all the lows | |
| there’s no way to describe | |
| contrast the last of night | |
| of jackson and canada | |
| if we didn’t lie | |
| how could you believe | |
| the closeness in between | |
| the dawn and blue half-light | |
| so little in between | |
| re-enactors reconsider please | |
| the chance to someday let you down | |
| good as any that you’ve heard of | |
| at night on your a.m. radio | |
| when the car doors closed | |
| eyes were all too tired | |
| there’s nothing left to see | |
| there’s nothing in between |
| zuo qu : Pond, Smith | |
| the braid from your hair | |
| rested on your shoulder | |
| shown in the green light | |
| from the panel of instruments | |
| the hairs looked like threads | |
| woven and were perfect | |
| shaking when you spoke | |
| and the voice near perfect too | |
| the darkness killed all doubt | |
| not more than an hour | |
| and mostly simple words | |
| straightened out the corners | |
| and for a short time filled the seams | |
| so no light could break in | |
| without all the lows | |
| there' s no way to describe | |
| contrast the last of night | |
| of jackson and canada | |
| if we didn' t lie | |
| how could you believe | |
| the closeness in between | |
| the dawn and blue halflight | |
| so little in between | |
| reenactors reconsider please | |
| the chance to someday let you down | |
| good as any that you' ve heard of | |
| at night on your a. m. radio | |
| when the car doors closed | |
| eyes were all too tired | |
| there' s nothing left to see | |
| there' s nothing in between |
| zuò qǔ : Pond, Smith | |
| the braid from your hair | |
| rested on your shoulder | |
| shown in the green light | |
| from the panel of instruments | |
| the hairs looked like threads | |
| woven and were perfect | |
| shaking when you spoke | |
| and the voice near perfect too | |
| the darkness killed all doubt | |
| not more than an hour | |
| and mostly simple words | |
| straightened out the corners | |
| and for a short time filled the seams | |
| so no light could break in | |
| without all the lows | |
| there' s no way to describe | |
| contrast the last of night | |
| of jackson and canada | |
| if we didn' t lie | |
| how could you believe | |
| the closeness in between | |
| the dawn and blue halflight | |
| so little in between | |
| reenactors reconsider please | |
| the chance to someday let you down | |
| good as any that you' ve heard of | |
| at night on your a. m. radio | |
| when the car doors closed | |
| eyes were all too tired | |
| there' s nothing left to see | |
| there' s nothing in between |
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