| 作曲 : Wince | |
| I've seen the way you look at me | |
| I've seen you waiting patiently | |
| I'm fine... well, i lied | |
| If what we are is feeling low | |
| I'd fear this if i had a soul | |
| But you're still mine | |
| I was afraid of being chained | |
| I found a woman who could mend and bend | |
| All of my deepest insights and thoughts | |
| And it's just one more round, one more | |
| One more round then i'm done | |
| But you need assurance that | |
| Everything's gonna be fine'cause you're just a woman who's | |
| Everything good in my life | |
| Though we'd been over, weeping over, | |
| Our last goodbyes. | |
| I have learned to live with these fatal gifts, | |
| And still you're mine, so i'm... | |
| And i wrote you this song | |
| But you won't sing along to me | |
| Sing tir na li | |
| The memories that used to be | |
| Are carved into a sweet gum tree | |
| Outside my place, where i touched your face | |
| And it was... | |
| One more round, one more | |
| One more round, than | |
| I'd loved before. | |
| Still you need assurance that everything's gonna be fine'cause you're just the women who's everything good in my life | |
| And though we've been over, weeping over | |
| Our last goodbyes | |
| I've learned to live with these fatal gifts | |
| And still you're mine | |
| So i... so i wrote you this song | |
| But you won't sing along to me | |
| To sing tir na li |
| zuo qu : Wince | |
| I' ve seen the way you look at me | |
| I' ve seen you waiting patiently | |
| I' m fine... well, i lied | |
| If what we are is feeling low | |
| I' d fear this if i had a soul | |
| But you' re still mine | |
| I was afraid of being chained | |
| I found a woman who could mend and bend | |
| All of my deepest insights and thoughts | |
| And it' s just one more round, one more | |
| One more round then i' m done | |
| But you need assurance that | |
| Everything' s gonna be fine' cause you' re just a woman who' s | |
| Everything good in my life | |
| Though we' d been over, weeping over, | |
| Our last goodbyes. | |
| I have learned to live with these fatal gifts, | |
| And still you' re mine, so i' m... | |
| And i wrote you this song | |
| But you won' t sing along to me | |
| Sing tir na li | |
| The memories that used to be | |
| Are carved into a sweet gum tree | |
| Outside my place, where i touched your face | |
| And it was... | |
| One more round, one more | |
| One more round, than | |
| I' d loved before. | |
| Still you need assurance that everything' s gonna be fine' cause you' re just the women who' s everything good in my life | |
| And though we' ve been over, weeping over | |
| Our last goodbyes | |
| I' ve learned to live with these fatal gifts | |
| And still you' re mine | |
| So i... so i wrote you this song | |
| But you won' t sing along to me | |
| To sing tir na li |
| zuò qǔ : Wince | |
| I' ve seen the way you look at me | |
| I' ve seen you waiting patiently | |
| I' m fine... well, i lied | |
| If what we are is feeling low | |
| I' d fear this if i had a soul | |
| But you' re still mine | |
| I was afraid of being chained | |
| I found a woman who could mend and bend | |
| All of my deepest insights and thoughts | |
| And it' s just one more round, one more | |
| One more round then i' m done | |
| But you need assurance that | |
| Everything' s gonna be fine' cause you' re just a woman who' s | |
| Everything good in my life | |
| Though we' d been over, weeping over, | |
| Our last goodbyes. | |
| I have learned to live with these fatal gifts, | |
| And still you' re mine, so i' m... | |
| And i wrote you this song | |
| But you won' t sing along to me | |
| Sing tir na li | |
| The memories that used to be | |
| Are carved into a sweet gum tree | |
| Outside my place, where i touched your face | |
| And it was... | |
| One more round, one more | |
| One more round, than | |
| I' d loved before. | |
| Still you need assurance that everything' s gonna be fine' cause you' re just the women who' s everything good in my life | |
| And though we' ve been over, weeping over | |
| Our last goodbyes | |
| I' ve learned to live with these fatal gifts | |
| And still you' re mine | |
| So i... so i wrote you this song | |
| But you won' t sing along to me | |
| To sing tir na li |
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