| Song | Those Things Are Hers |
| Artist | Honeydogs |
| Album | Seen a Ghost |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Levy | |
| Here we are | |
| We're finally alone now | |
| It's just you and me | |
| And the memories of her | |
| Please don't go | |
| Though I know that you're angry | |
| Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine | |
| There's the glass | |
| That she pressed to her lips nightly | |
| If you look you can see a lipstick trace | |
| There's the dress | |
| That she wore so tightly | |
| If you look in the mirror | |
| You can see her standing there | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone | |
| And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on | |
| There's the ring that once h eld us together | |
| She wants it back | |
| So I'm sending it next week | |
| There's the coat of brown and dirty leather | |
| She doesn't really need it ' | |
| Cause it's warm there out east | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone | |
| And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on | |
| There's the lamp that she turned off everynight | |
| When she came to bed | |
| And she held me in her arms | |
| There's the door that she walked through daily | |
| And the place that | |
| I last saw her | |
| When she walked out on me | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It's mean dragging up the past like she wasn't gone | |
| And it's a curse-to live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on |
| zuo qu : Levy | |
| Here we are | |
| We' re finally alone now | |
| It' s just you and me | |
| And the memories of her | |
| Please don' t go | |
| Though I know that you' re angry | |
| Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine | |
| There' s the glass | |
| That she pressed to her lips nightly | |
| If you look you can see a lipstick trace | |
| There' s the dress | |
| That she wore so tightly | |
| If you look in the mirror | |
| You can see her standing there | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
| And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on | |
| There' s the ring that once h eld us together | |
| She wants it back | |
| So I' m sending it next week | |
| There' s the coat of brown and dirty leather | |
| She doesn' t really need it ' | |
| Cause it' s warm there out east | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
| And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on | |
| There' s the lamp that she turned off everynight | |
| When she came to bed | |
| And she held me in her arms | |
| There' s the door that she walked through daily | |
| And the place that | |
| I last saw her | |
| When she walked out on me | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
| And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on |
| zuò qǔ : Levy | |
| Here we are | |
| We' re finally alone now | |
| It' s just you and me | |
| And the memories of her | |
| Please don' t go | |
| Though I know that you' re angry | |
| Maybe we can kill these ghosts with another glass of wine | |
| There' s the glass | |
| That she pressed to her lips nightly | |
| If you look you can see a lipstick trace | |
| There' s the dress | |
| That she wore so tightly | |
| If you look in the mirror | |
| You can see her standing there | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
| And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on | |
| There' s the ring that once h eld us together | |
| She wants it back | |
| So I' m sending it next week | |
| There' s the coat of brown and dirty leather | |
| She doesn' t really need it ' | |
| Cause it' s warm there out east | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
| And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on | |
| There' s the lamp that she turned off everynight | |
| When she came to bed | |
| And she held me in her arms | |
| There' s the door that she walked through daily | |
| And the place that | |
| I last saw her | |
| When she walked out on me | |
| Those things are hers: | |
| The ring and the glass and the bed that you lie on | |
| And I got nerve: | |
| It' s mean dragging up the past like she wasn' t gone | |
| And it' s a curseto live in the shadow of a memory | |
| That just keeps hanging on |