Song | Turn, Don't Turn Away |
Artist | Art Garfunkel |
Album | Everything Waits To Be Noticed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Garfunkel, Mann, Mondlock | |
Two tears, my own | |
Fall on my collarbone | |
Roaming in shade in the north of France | |
Beneath where her shoulder meet | |
And the rivers dance | |
Two weeks, have flown | |
Like water runs over stone | |
Bicycle wheels through the fields of grain | |
To fell what I have to feel | |
Learn how to speak your name | |
And it's turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don't turn away | |
Two words, "I'm gone" | |
Your scent on my jacket lingers on | |
Lavender sunrise in Chateauroux | |
I wish I could paint it black | |
We do what we have to do | |
And it's turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don't turn away | |
With one stroke of the brush I'd be back in LA | |
In our same day to day | |
But we're better than this | |
Don't the both of us know | |
Diamond used to be coal, diamonds used to be coal | |
And it's turn by turn | |
The wheels on this gravel road | |
Tell me what I need to know | |
And it's turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don't turn away |
zuo ci : Garfunkel, Mann, Mondlock | |
Two tears, my own | |
Fall on my collarbone | |
Roaming in shade in the north of France | |
Beneath where her shoulder meet | |
And the rivers dance | |
Two weeks, have flown | |
Like water runs over stone | |
Bicycle wheels through the fields of grain | |
To fell what I have to feel | |
Learn how to speak your name | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don' t turn away | |
Two words, " I' m gone" | |
Your scent on my jacket lingers on | |
Lavender sunrise in Chateauroux | |
I wish I could paint it black | |
We do what we have to do | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don' t turn away | |
With one stroke of the brush I' d be back in LA | |
In our same day to day | |
But we' re better than this | |
Don' t the both of us know | |
Diamond used to be coal, diamonds used to be coal | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
The wheels on this gravel road | |
Tell me what I need to know | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don' t turn away |
zuò cí : Garfunkel, Mann, Mondlock | |
Two tears, my own | |
Fall on my collarbone | |
Roaming in shade in the north of France | |
Beneath where her shoulder meet | |
And the rivers dance | |
Two weeks, have flown | |
Like water runs over stone | |
Bicycle wheels through the fields of grain | |
To fell what I have to feel | |
Learn how to speak your name | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don' t turn away | |
Two words, " I' m gone" | |
Your scent on my jacket lingers on | |
Lavender sunrise in Chateauroux | |
I wish I could paint it black | |
We do what we have to do | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don' t turn away | |
With one stroke of the brush I' d be back in LA | |
In our same day to day | |
But we' re better than this | |
Don' t the both of us know | |
Diamond used to be coal, diamonds used to be coal | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
The wheels on this gravel road | |
Tell me what I need to know | |
And it' s turn by turn | |
Every memory carries me on my way | |
If I return | |
Are you prepared to see all of me in every way | |
Turn, don' t turn away |