| Song | The Past Keeps Getting In The Way |
| Artist | Zoe & Cloyd |
| Album | I Am Your Neighbor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mark Bumgarner/John Cloyd Miller | |
| I see a picture of tomorrow | |
| One that’s not colored in blue | |
| Free from the weary expectations | |
| Not caught up in a daydream of you | |
| Stare through the window as I wonder | |
| Just how I would wish that it would be | |
| Thought I felt a change of seasons coming | |
| But I don’t know if I ever will believe | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| Memories of home, a house divided | |
| All that’s left is writing on the wall | |
| I walk the streets alone in stiff defiance | |
| But I hardly notice anyone at all | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| Isn’t hard to recognize | |
| And it comes as no surprise | |
| Like a ship I’m lost out on the sea | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| The past keeps getting in the way |
| zuo ci : Mark Bumgarner John Cloyd Miller | |
| I see a picture of tomorrow | |
| One that' s not colored in blue | |
| Free from the weary expectations | |
| Not caught up in a daydream of you | |
| Stare through the window as I wonder | |
| Just how I would wish that it would be | |
| Thought I felt a change of seasons coming | |
| But I don' t know if I ever will believe | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| Memories of home, a house divided | |
| All that' s left is writing on the wall | |
| I walk the streets alone in stiff defiance | |
| But I hardly notice anyone at all | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| Isn' t hard to recognize | |
| And it comes as no surprise | |
| Like a ship I' m lost out on the sea | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| The past keeps getting in the way |
| zuò cí : Mark Bumgarner John Cloyd Miller | |
| I see a picture of tomorrow | |
| One that' s not colored in blue | |
| Free from the weary expectations | |
| Not caught up in a daydream of you | |
| Stare through the window as I wonder | |
| Just how I would wish that it would be | |
| Thought I felt a change of seasons coming | |
| But I don' t know if I ever will believe | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| Memories of home, a house divided | |
| All that' s left is writing on the wall | |
| I walk the streets alone in stiff defiance | |
| But I hardly notice anyone at all | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| Isn' t hard to recognize | |
| And it comes as no surprise | |
| Like a ship I' m lost out on the sea | |
| Any port in a storm | |
| Still I see daylight through the gray | |
| But the past keeps getting in the way | |
| The past keeps getting in the way |