| Song | Women I Belong To |
| Artist | Steel Train |
| Album | Trampoline |
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| 作曲 : Antonoff | |
| I wake in the night and i want to write about what we went through | |
| I've been lying still for weeks | |
| Got this new piano, and its older than my dad | |
| But it sings the way i think so i stay at home and play | |
| I get in and out some of these days | |
| I'd rather swing below this old red tree | |
| But i get tired, i've seen too much | |
| I aint got a dollar to my name but full of stories i am | |
| I ramble on about love and her and her | |
| There were two of them, one left and on died | |
| One year in the life, you know i lost everything | |
| But i found a new home in the women i belong to | |
| They make me tired, i've seen too much | |
| I aint never been so alone and i've never felt so cold | |
| And i swear that i want love more than i want gold | |
| I'd trade it all for one more story with you | |
| Or one more kiss with her, one more year innocent | |
| And there was a time not so long ago when i knew i had the world | |
| And i held it close, close enough to let me go | |
| It made me tired, i've seen too much | |
| I said ayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya | |
| My past swings away from me as i swing beneath this old red tree | |
| Been swinging here for years now | |
| And i've swung through their deaths and weddings and confessed love | |
| To the women i belong to | |
| My mothers getting older and she watched colder winters as we age | |
| Who does she belong to | |
| I bet she's tired, bet she's seen too much | |
| Im tired, you know i've seen too much | |
| Im tired, i've seen too much |
| zuo qu : Antonoff | |
| I wake in the night and i want to write about what we went through | |
| I' ve been lying still for weeks | |
| Got this new piano, and its older than my dad | |
| But it sings the way i think so i stay at home and play | |
| I get in and out some of these days | |
| I' d rather swing below this old red tree | |
| But i get tired, i' ve seen too much | |
| I aint got a dollar to my name but full of stories i am | |
| I ramble on about love and her and her | |
| There were two of them, one left and on died | |
| One year in the life, you know i lost everything | |
| But i found a new home in the women i belong to | |
| They make me tired, i' ve seen too much | |
| I aint never been so alone and i' ve never felt so cold | |
| And i swear that i want love more than i want gold | |
| I' d trade it all for one more story with you | |
| Or one more kiss with her, one more year innocent | |
| And there was a time not so long ago when i knew i had the world | |
| And i held it close, close enough to let me go | |
| It made me tired, i' ve seen too much | |
| I said ayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya | |
| My past swings away from me as i swing beneath this old red tree | |
| Been swinging here for years now | |
| And i' ve swung through their deaths and weddings and confessed love | |
| To the women i belong to | |
| My mothers getting older and she watched colder winters as we age | |
| Who does she belong to | |
| I bet she' s tired, bet she' s seen too much | |
| Im tired, you know i' ve seen too much | |
| Im tired, i' ve seen too much |
| zuò qǔ : Antonoff | |
| I wake in the night and i want to write about what we went through | |
| I' ve been lying still for weeks | |
| Got this new piano, and its older than my dad | |
| But it sings the way i think so i stay at home and play | |
| I get in and out some of these days | |
| I' d rather swing below this old red tree | |
| But i get tired, i' ve seen too much | |
| I aint got a dollar to my name but full of stories i am | |
| I ramble on about love and her and her | |
| There were two of them, one left and on died | |
| One year in the life, you know i lost everything | |
| But i found a new home in the women i belong to | |
| They make me tired, i' ve seen too much | |
| I aint never been so alone and i' ve never felt so cold | |
| And i swear that i want love more than i want gold | |
| I' d trade it all for one more story with you | |
| Or one more kiss with her, one more year innocent | |
| And there was a time not so long ago when i knew i had the world | |
| And i held it close, close enough to let me go | |
| It made me tired, i' ve seen too much | |
| I said ayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya | |
| My past swings away from me as i swing beneath this old red tree | |
| Been swinging here for years now | |
| And i' ve swung through their deaths and weddings and confessed love | |
| To the women i belong to | |
| My mothers getting older and she watched colder winters as we age | |
| Who does she belong to | |
| I bet she' s tired, bet she' s seen too much | |
| Im tired, you know i' ve seen too much | |
| Im tired, i' ve seen too much |