| Song | You Are The Daybreak |
| Artist | Kevin Devine |
| Album | Split The Country, Split The Street |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Devine | |
| It's going straight to my head: | |
| I think I'm falling in love again. | |
| Such simple miracles have happened | |
| Since your steady hands have come and | |
| Stopped my unraveling. | |
| Your fingers, built for the piano, | |
| Work out the knots that line my back. | |
| The stress I've stored since last December; | |
| But now, it doesn't matter. | |
| I've learned to leave it in my past. | |
| And I feel good about the future, | |
| This clarity I've never had. | |
| You are the bounce in my step, | |
| The burst of blood in my chest, | |
| The prayer I've kept in my head. | |
| You are the knock of my knees, | |
| The swollen sound of each song | |
| I scribble down and tear up, | |
| Because they never match up. | |
| You are the words I fumble for. | |
| In the morning, | |
| You are the daybreak, | |
| And I am glad. | |
| And at night, | |
| You are the dream | |
| I fall asleep to have. |
| zuo qu : Devine | |
| It' s going straight to my head: | |
| I think I' m falling in love again. | |
| Such simple miracles have happened | |
| Since your steady hands have come and | |
| Stopped my unraveling. | |
| Your fingers, built for the piano, | |
| Work out the knots that line my back. | |
| The stress I' ve stored since last December | |
| But now, it doesn' t matter. | |
| I' ve learned to leave it in my past. | |
| And I feel good about the future, | |
| This clarity I' ve never had. | |
| You are the bounce in my step, | |
| The burst of blood in my chest, | |
| The prayer I' ve kept in my head. | |
| You are the knock of my knees, | |
| The swollen sound of each song | |
| I scribble down and tear up, | |
| Because they never match up. | |
| You are the words I fumble for. | |
| In the morning, | |
| You are the daybreak, | |
| And I am glad. | |
| And at night, | |
| You are the dream | |
| I fall asleep to have. |
| zuò qǔ : Devine | |
| It' s going straight to my head: | |
| I think I' m falling in love again. | |
| Such simple miracles have happened | |
| Since your steady hands have come and | |
| Stopped my unraveling. | |
| Your fingers, built for the piano, | |
| Work out the knots that line my back. | |
| The stress I' ve stored since last December | |
| But now, it doesn' t matter. | |
| I' ve learned to leave it in my past. | |
| And I feel good about the future, | |
| This clarity I' ve never had. | |
| You are the bounce in my step, | |
| The burst of blood in my chest, | |
| The prayer I' ve kept in my head. | |
| You are the knock of my knees, | |
| The swollen sound of each song | |
| I scribble down and tear up, | |
| Because they never match up. | |
| You are the words I fumble for. | |
| In the morning, | |
| You are the daybreak, | |
| And I am glad. | |
| And at night, | |
| You are the dream | |
| I fall asleep to have. |