| Song | When Push Comes to Love |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Ashes to Dust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| Go where you may | |
| and do what you will | |
| I'll see you again on a summer day | |
| and I know I'll love you still | |
| I can't seem to understand | |
| but you've got my heart in your hands | |
| The dawn's early light has now faded to grey | |
| The ashes from the fire we had last night | |
| have all blown away | |
| I can't seem to understand | |
| but you've got my heart in your hands | |
| You're the rainstorm, a fire, and a trainwreck | |
| all wrapped up in ribbons and lace | |
| You're a fistful of roadside flowers | |
| arranged just so in a dime store vase | |
| I can't seem to understand | |
| but you've got my heart in your hands |
| zuo ci : Whitmore | |
| Go where you may | |
| and do what you will | |
| I' ll see you again on a summer day | |
| and I know I' ll love you still | |
| I can' t seem to understand | |
| but you' ve got my heart in your hands | |
| The dawn' s early light has now faded to grey | |
| The ashes from the fire we had last night | |
| have all blown away | |
| I can' t seem to understand | |
| but you' ve got my heart in your hands | |
| You' re the rainstorm, a fire, and a trainwreck | |
| all wrapped up in ribbons and lace | |
| You' re a fistful of roadside flowers | |
| arranged just so in a dime store vase | |
| I can' t seem to understand | |
| but you' ve got my heart in your hands |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| Go where you may | |
| and do what you will | |
| I' ll see you again on a summer day | |
| and I know I' ll love you still | |
| I can' t seem to understand | |
| but you' ve got my heart in your hands | |
| The dawn' s early light has now faded to grey | |
| The ashes from the fire we had last night | |
| have all blown away | |
| I can' t seem to understand | |
| but you' ve got my heart in your hands | |
| You' re the rainstorm, a fire, and a trainwreck | |
| all wrapped up in ribbons and lace | |
| You' re a fistful of roadside flowers | |
| arranged just so in a dime store vase | |
| I can' t seem to understand | |
| but you' ve got my heart in your hands |