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 |