Compass Rose Lyrics
| Song | Compass Rose |
| Artist | Chris Pureka |
| Album | Dryland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pureka | |
| Well, I'm lost today, I'm almost wandering | |
| Back to the door that slammed in my face, | |
| Oh but here I am, here I am, here I stay... | |
| But when will the street signs stop pointing west, | |
| When will my thoughts stop drifting like smoke | |
| Over the ridge to the trail we used to walk?... | |
| Oh does it sound familiar? | |
| The whole thing fades to black | |
| And then you're waiting, waiting for it to burn again... | |
| Well, I'm lost today, I wont' deny it, | |
| I'm going to lay down and wait for the compass rose | |
| Under my skin to start to glow | |
| But look how the sun has painted the trees, | |
| All these colors never known to them, | |
| Colors never know to their leaves... | |
| I'd like to sing like that | |
| Oh does it sound familiar? | |
| The whole thing fades to black | |
| And then you're waiting, waiting for it to burn again... | |
| But I know that someday, someday, | |
| I'll offer up the song I was made to play | |
| Until even the mocking birds | |
| Don't know what to say | |
| And the mornings just make sense, sense, oh yeah... | |
| And where the dawn went I don't know | |
| Just hang a white flag out the window, | |
| Until the sunlight shines through it, | |
| Well is it morning yet? | |
| I'm lost today, here I am wandering, | |
| It's late and I'm sure noticing | |
| The crook of my arm is lonely... | |
| But look how the snow has painted the town | |
| So that all of the street light | |
| Is dancing, dancing around... | |
| I'd like to love like that | |
| Does it sound familiar? | |
| But I know that someday, someday, | |
| I'll offer up my Sunday afternoons | |
| Until the rocking chairs have gone | |
| And worn right through the paint on the porch floor | |
| And we're grey and grey and gone, gone, gone... |
| zuo qu : Pureka | |
| Well, I' m lost today, I' m almost wandering | |
| Back to the door that slammed in my face, | |
| Oh but here I am, here I am, here I stay... | |
| But when will the street signs stop pointing west, | |
| When will my thoughts stop drifting like smoke | |
| Over the ridge to the trail we used to walk?... | |
| Oh does it sound familiar? | |
| The whole thing fades to black | |
| And then you' re waiting, waiting for it to burn again... | |
| Well, I' m lost today, I wont' deny it, | |
| I' m going to lay down and wait for the compass rose | |
| Under my skin to start to glow | |
| But look how the sun has painted the trees, | |
| All these colors never known to them, | |
| Colors never know to their leaves... | |
| I' d like to sing like that | |
| Oh does it sound familiar? | |
| The whole thing fades to black | |
| And then you' re waiting, waiting for it to burn again... | |
| But I know that someday, someday, | |
| I' ll offer up the song I was made to play | |
| Until even the mocking birds | |
| Don' t know what to say | |
| And the mornings just make sense, sense, oh yeah... | |
| And where the dawn went I don' t know | |
| Just hang a white flag out the window, | |
| Until the sunlight shines through it, | |
| Well is it morning yet? | |
| I' m lost today, here I am wandering, | |
| It' s late and I' m sure noticing | |
| The crook of my arm is lonely... | |
| But look how the snow has painted the town | |
| So that all of the street light | |
| Is dancing, dancing around... | |
| I' d like to love like that | |
| Does it sound familiar? | |
| But I know that someday, someday, | |
| I' ll offer up my Sunday afternoons | |
| Until the rocking chairs have gone | |
| And worn right through the paint on the porch floor | |
| And we' re grey and grey and gone, gone, gone... |
| zuò qǔ : Pureka | |
| Well, I' m lost today, I' m almost wandering | |
| Back to the door that slammed in my face, | |
| Oh but here I am, here I am, here I stay... | |
| But when will the street signs stop pointing west, | |
| When will my thoughts stop drifting like smoke | |
| Over the ridge to the trail we used to walk?... | |
| Oh does it sound familiar? | |
| The whole thing fades to black | |
| And then you' re waiting, waiting for it to burn again... | |
| Well, I' m lost today, I wont' deny it, | |
| I' m going to lay down and wait for the compass rose | |
| Under my skin to start to glow | |
| But look how the sun has painted the trees, | |
| All these colors never known to them, | |
| Colors never know to their leaves... | |
| I' d like to sing like that | |
| Oh does it sound familiar? | |
| The whole thing fades to black | |
| And then you' re waiting, waiting for it to burn again... | |
| But I know that someday, someday, | |
| I' ll offer up the song I was made to play | |
| Until even the mocking birds | |
| Don' t know what to say | |
| And the mornings just make sense, sense, oh yeah... | |
| And where the dawn went I don' t know | |
| Just hang a white flag out the window, | |
| Until the sunlight shines through it, | |
| Well is it morning yet? | |
| I' m lost today, here I am wandering, | |
| It' s late and I' m sure noticing | |
| The crook of my arm is lonely... | |
| But look how the snow has painted the town | |
| So that all of the street light | |
| Is dancing, dancing around... | |
| I' d like to love like that | |
| Does it sound familiar? | |
| But I know that someday, someday, | |
| I' ll offer up my Sunday afternoons | |
| Until the rocking chairs have gone | |
| And worn right through the paint on the porch floor | |
| And we' re grey and grey and gone, gone, gone... |
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