| Song | Waverley Steps |
| Artist | Roddy Woomble |
| Album | My Secret is My Silence |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones, Woomble | |
| If there's no geography | |
| In the things that we say | |
| So words will keep us locked | |
| In their old-fashioned way | |
| Sure we are held together by | |
| The experiences we've shared | |
| But it's taken me | |
| Waverly steps to get there | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| But even the light will fade away | |
| I woke up from this dream I had | |
| In Washington Square | |
| When the sun finds its place | |
| On my skin | |
| And your eyes, they look down from a silent film | |
| We're both breathing smoke like we're breathing air | |
| But it's taken me | |
| Waverly steps to get there | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| Even when the light won't fade away | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| Even if the light will fade away |
| zuo qu : Jones, Woomble | |
| If there' s no geography | |
| In the things that we say | |
| So words will keep us locked | |
| In their oldfashioned way | |
| Sure we are held together by | |
| The experiences we' ve shared | |
| But it' s taken me | |
| Waverly steps to get there | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| But even the light will fade away | |
| I woke up from this dream I had | |
| In Washington Square | |
| When the sun finds its place | |
| On my skin | |
| And your eyes, they look down from a silent film | |
| We' re both breathing smoke like we' re breathing air | |
| But it' s taken me | |
| Waverly steps to get there | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| Even when the light won' t fade away | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| Even if the light will fade away |
| zuò qǔ : Jones, Woomble | |
| If there' s no geography | |
| In the things that we say | |
| So words will keep us locked | |
| In their oldfashioned way | |
| Sure we are held together by | |
| The experiences we' ve shared | |
| But it' s taken me | |
| Waverly steps to get there | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| But even the light will fade away | |
| I woke up from this dream I had | |
| In Washington Square | |
| When the sun finds its place | |
| On my skin | |
| And your eyes, they look down from a silent film | |
| We' re both breathing smoke like we' re breathing air | |
| But it' s taken me | |
| Waverly steps to get there | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| Even when the light won' t fade away | |
| Close the front door | |
| To open the window | |
| Let the light be mined away | |
| At least the light is mine always | |
| Even if the light will fade away |