The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco

Song	The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco
Artist	The Lucksmiths
Album	Warmer Corners

	作词 : Lucksmiths
	Is it April yet?
	I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes
	You disappeared into Departures
	Only half a year ago
	It seems like so much more, you know
	I went a fortnight without so much as an email
	Then a postcard scant of detail
	In which you wished me all the best
	From the non-specific north west
	Should it one day come to pass
	That you sit down to your memoirs
	Where will this go?
	The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
	Are you warm enough?
	I remember how the fog comes off the water
	And the days are ever shorter
	And I worry you’ll be cold
	Or have you found someone to hold?
	I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it
	Counting all the nights you’ve wasted
	Under unfamiliar stars
	Should it one day come to pass
	That you sit down to your memoirs
	Where will this go?
	The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
	Are you ever coming clean?
	Or will I never know the meaning
	Of the lines you scribbled out
	So that I couldn’t read between?
	Are you ever coming home?
	Or should I learn to do without you?
	Should it one day come to pass
	That you sit down to your memoirs
	Where will this go?
	The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco

	zuò cí : Lucksmiths
	Is it April yet?
	I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes
	You disappeared into Departures
	Only half a year ago
	It seems like so much more, you know
	I went a fortnight without so much as an email
	Then a postcard scant of detail
	In which you wished me all the best
	From the nonspecific north west
	Should it one day come to pass
	That you sit down to your memoirs
	Where will this go?
	The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
	Are you warm enough?
	I remember how the fog comes off the water
	And the days are ever shorter
	And I worry you' ll be cold
	Or have you found someone to hold?
	I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it
	Counting all the nights you' ve wasted
	Under unfamiliar stars
	Should it one day come to pass
	That you sit down to your memoirs
	Where will this go?
	The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco
	Are you ever coming clean?
	Or will I never know the meaning
	Of the lines you scribbled out
	So that I couldn' t read between?
	Are you ever coming home?
	Or should I learn to do without you?
	Should it one day come to pass
	That you sit down to your memoirs
	Where will this go?
	The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco