| Song | Fog |
| Artist | Cécile McLorin Salvant |
| Album | For One to Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Cécile McLorin Salvant |
| [00:32.46] | Love |
| [00:40.11] | Appeared |
| [00:48.04] | Just like |
| [00:56.12] | A fog |
| [01:06.10] | Sometimes, I try to recall |
| [01:25.29] | The feeling that I could fall |
| [01:35.95] | All at once |
| [01:46.55] | I see |
| [01:55.98] | I'm alone |
| [02:04.16] | I'm free |
| [02:12.78] | Who knew that I'd miss the mist |
| [02:31.71] | The mist must have evanesced |
| [02:44.46] | But, oh |
| [02:47.82] | That distant calling |
| [02:52.73] | That yearning to yin |
| [02:54.84] | That longing to lean in |
| [02:57.55] | Someone to call my own |
| [03:01.74] | It's now returning |
| [03:05.84] | And how bizarre now that it's for someone new |
| [03:11.44] | For someone who really seems to be the one someone to |
| [03:19.82] | Somehow remind me of you |
| [03:30.99] | Pitter patter, pitter patter |
| [03:32.96] | Rain on my window, my world was very small when I had you |
| [03:40.68] | What's the matter, what's the matter? |
| [03:42.56] | Tears on my pillow |
| [03:44.25] | Why would I be surprised? |
| [03:46.40] | He tells me pretty lies |
| [03:48.29] | I tried to find a man who's just like you |
| [03:53.01] | Heartaches like these |
| [03:56.75] | Are trite and true, he's just like you |
| [04:08.63] | He comes and goes |
| [04:10.73] | He never knows he's in midair |
| [04:15.43] | He doesn't care |
| [04:16.16] | What subterfuge what ruse |
| [04:19.85] | To hold him and keep him beseeching |
| [04:30.81] | But why try to catch a fog dissapearing into sky? |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Ce cile McLorin Salvant |
| [00:32.46] | Love |
| [00:40.11] | Appeared |
| [00:48.04] | Just like |
| [00:56.12] | A fog |
| [01:06.10] | Sometimes, I try to recall |
| [01:25.29] | The feeling that I could fall |
| [01:35.95] | All at once |
| [01:46.55] | I see |
| [01:55.98] | I' m alone |
| [02:04.16] | I' m free |
| [02:12.78] | Who knew that I' d miss the mist |
| [02:31.71] | The mist must have evanesced |
| [02:44.46] | But, oh |
| [02:47.82] | That distant calling |
| [02:52.73] | That yearning to yin |
| [02:54.84] | That longing to lean in |
| [02:57.55] | Someone to call my own |
| [03:01.74] | It' s now returning |
| [03:05.84] | And how bizarre now that it' s for someone new |
| [03:11.44] | For someone who really seems to be the one someone to |
| [03:19.82] | Somehow remind me of you |
| [03:30.99] | Pitter patter, pitter patter |
| [03:32.96] | Rain on my window, my world was very small when I had you |
| [03:40.68] | What' s the matter, what' s the matter? |
| [03:42.56] | Tears on my pillow |
| [03:44.25] | Why would I be surprised? |
| [03:46.40] | He tells me pretty lies |
| [03:48.29] | I tried to find a man who' s just like you |
| [03:53.01] | Heartaches like these |
| [03:56.75] | Are trite and true, he' s just like you |
| [04:08.63] | He comes and goes |
| [04:10.73] | He never knows he' s in midair |
| [04:15.43] | He doesn' t care |
| [04:16.16] | What subterfuge what ruse |
| [04:19.85] | To hold him and keep him beseeching |
| [04:30.81] | But why try to catch a fog dissapearing into sky? |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Cé cile McLorin Salvant |
| [00:32.46] | Love |
| [00:40.11] | Appeared |
| [00:48.04] | Just like |
| [00:56.12] | A fog |
| [01:06.10] | Sometimes, I try to recall |
| [01:25.29] | The feeling that I could fall |
| [01:35.95] | All at once |
| [01:46.55] | I see |
| [01:55.98] | I' m alone |
| [02:04.16] | I' m free |
| [02:12.78] | Who knew that I' d miss the mist |
| [02:31.71] | The mist must have evanesced |
| [02:44.46] | But, oh |
| [02:47.82] | That distant calling |
| [02:52.73] | That yearning to yin |
| [02:54.84] | That longing to lean in |
| [02:57.55] | Someone to call my own |
| [03:01.74] | It' s now returning |
| [03:05.84] | And how bizarre now that it' s for someone new |
| [03:11.44] | For someone who really seems to be the one someone to |
| [03:19.82] | Somehow remind me of you |
| [03:30.99] | Pitter patter, pitter patter |
| [03:32.96] | Rain on my window, my world was very small when I had you |
| [03:40.68] | What' s the matter, what' s the matter? |
| [03:42.56] | Tears on my pillow |
| [03:44.25] | Why would I be surprised? |
| [03:46.40] | He tells me pretty lies |
| [03:48.29] | I tried to find a man who' s just like you |
| [03:53.01] | Heartaches like these |
| [03:56.75] | Are trite and true, he' s just like you |
| [04:08.63] | He comes and goes |
| [04:10.73] | He never knows he' s in midair |
| [04:15.43] | He doesn' t care |
| [04:16.16] | What subterfuge what ruse |
| [04:19.85] | To hold him and keep him beseeching |
| [04:30.81] | But why try to catch a fog dissapearing into sky? |