| Song | Goodbye To Morning |
| Artist | Janis Ian |
| Album | Aftertones |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ian | |
| Don't sing me love songs | |
| You know they make me cry | |
| Don't bring me any promises | |
| You've none I want to buy | |
| Don't send me any letters | |
| You know I never learned to read | |
| Leave them on the doorstep | |
| Sit back and watch me bleed | |
| Bleeding for the sailors | |
| Who never caught the tide | |
| And the wind goes on forever | |
| Tomorrow never dies | |
| And I wave goodbye to morning | |
| And stake my life on land | |
| I was sitting on the doorstop | |
| Watching Satan have his day | |
| It was half past morning | |
| 'Fore I tore myself away | |
| I've never looked beyond the mirrors | |
| Of our used-to-be | |
| The gilded edges shadow sketches | |
| In the light of memory | |
| And I found the paint by number | |
| With your name across the top | |
| And the room began to dance | |
| To the spinning of the clock | |
| And I waved goodbye to morning | |
| But I left the door unlocked | |
| Well, the tears flow like wine | |
| And the salt makes you blind | |
| So you beg a little time | |
| 'Cause you're choking on the vine | |
| But the words begin to pour | |
| And it feels just like war | |
| And your face is on the floor | |
| And you cannot find the door | |
| And I think I found the answer | |
| Where you left it on the shelf | |
| But it's too late to wonder | |
| If I left it there myself | |
| And the room begins to rock | |
| And the walls begin to steam | |
| And the clock won't stop | |
| And I'm living in between | |
| And I wave goodbye to morning | |
| And stake my life on dreams |
| zuo ci : Ian | |
| Don' t sing me love songs | |
| You know they make me cry | |
| Don' t bring me any promises | |
| You' ve none I want to buy | |
| Don' t send me any letters | |
| You know I never learned to read | |
| Leave them on the doorstep | |
| Sit back and watch me bleed | |
| Bleeding for the sailors | |
| Who never caught the tide | |
| And the wind goes on forever | |
| Tomorrow never dies | |
| And I wave goodbye to morning | |
| And stake my life on land | |
| I was sitting on the doorstop | |
| Watching Satan have his day | |
| It was half past morning | |
| ' Fore I tore myself away | |
| I' ve never looked beyond the mirrors | |
| Of our usedtobe | |
| The gilded edges shadow sketches | |
| In the light of memory | |
| And I found the paint by number | |
| With your name across the top | |
| And the room began to dance | |
| To the spinning of the clock | |
| And I waved goodbye to morning | |
| But I left the door unlocked | |
| Well, the tears flow like wine | |
| And the salt makes you blind | |
| So you beg a little time | |
| ' Cause you' re choking on the vine | |
| But the words begin to pour | |
| And it feels just like war | |
| And your face is on the floor | |
| And you cannot find the door | |
| And I think I found the answer | |
| Where you left it on the shelf | |
| But it' s too late to wonder | |
| If I left it there myself | |
| And the room begins to rock | |
| And the walls begin to steam | |
| And the clock won' t stop | |
| And I' m living in between | |
| And I wave goodbye to morning | |
| And stake my life on dreams |
| zuò cí : Ian | |
| Don' t sing me love songs | |
| You know they make me cry | |
| Don' t bring me any promises | |
| You' ve none I want to buy | |
| Don' t send me any letters | |
| You know I never learned to read | |
| Leave them on the doorstep | |
| Sit back and watch me bleed | |
| Bleeding for the sailors | |
| Who never caught the tide | |
| And the wind goes on forever | |
| Tomorrow never dies | |
| And I wave goodbye to morning | |
| And stake my life on land | |
| I was sitting on the doorstop | |
| Watching Satan have his day | |
| It was half past morning | |
| ' Fore I tore myself away | |
| I' ve never looked beyond the mirrors | |
| Of our usedtobe | |
| The gilded edges shadow sketches | |
| In the light of memory | |
| And I found the paint by number | |
| With your name across the top | |
| And the room began to dance | |
| To the spinning of the clock | |
| And I waved goodbye to morning | |
| But I left the door unlocked | |
| Well, the tears flow like wine | |
| And the salt makes you blind | |
| So you beg a little time | |
| ' Cause you' re choking on the vine | |
| But the words begin to pour | |
| And it feels just like war | |
| And your face is on the floor | |
| And you cannot find the door | |
| And I think I found the answer | |
| Where you left it on the shelf | |
| But it' s too late to wonder | |
| If I left it there myself | |
| And the room begins to rock | |
| And the walls begin to steam | |
| And the clock won' t stop | |
| And I' m living in between | |
| And I wave goodbye to morning | |
| And stake my life on dreams |