| Song | Magnolia Wine |
| Artist | Charlene Kaye |
| Album | Things I Will Need in the Past |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kaye | |
| Remove me like the ring you're wearing | |
| Forget that far away I sleep | |
| Among the hordes of the memories, merlot, women's magazines | |
| And when the sun comes up tomorrow | |
| Another shady late entry | |
| Another lie among the never-saids buried in between | |
| In sorrow, spirits lure you where they want | |
| While an empty bed hands you forget me nots | |
| But come this time tomorrow, I'll be out by water, air or land | |
| No more love for nothing, no more hesitating at your hand | |
| Oh, soon I'll better fill these empty arms | |
| And you'll melt away like smoke into the dark | |
| Through the dark | |
| He smelled of fine magnolia wine and Dior Allure | |
| She'd long been up when he crept inside | |
| And then, the smash of the china plates, the zing of the cutlery | |
| Says, when we took our vows in silence | |
| I thought your hands would stay in place | |
| Thinking lines would be drawn for love, but some just never change | |
| Must you make me look down at my shoes | |
| When my mother asks benignly about you? | |
| But come this time tomorrow, I'll be out by water, air or land | |
| No more love for nothing, no more hesitating, no regrets | |
| Oh, soon I'll better fill these empty arms | |
| And you'll melt away like smoke into the dark | |
| Through the dark | |
| From flesh to blood to heart to bone |
| zuo qu : Kaye | |
| Remove me like the ring you' re wearing | |
| Forget that far away I sleep | |
| Among the hordes of the memories, merlot, women' s magazines | |
| And when the sun comes up tomorrow | |
| Another shady late entry | |
| Another lie among the neversaids buried in between | |
| In sorrow, spirits lure you where they want | |
| While an empty bed hands you forget me nots | |
| But come this time tomorrow, I' ll be out by water, air or land | |
| No more love for nothing, no more hesitating at your hand | |
| Oh, soon I' ll better fill these empty arms | |
| And you' ll melt away like smoke into the dark | |
| Through the dark | |
| He smelled of fine magnolia wine and Dior Allure | |
| She' d long been up when he crept inside | |
| And then, the smash of the china plates, the zing of the cutlery | |
| Says, when we took our vows in silence | |
| I thought your hands would stay in place | |
| Thinking lines would be drawn for love, but some just never change | |
| Must you make me look down at my shoes | |
| When my mother asks benignly about you? | |
| But come this time tomorrow, I' ll be out by water, air or land | |
| No more love for nothing, no more hesitating, no regrets | |
| Oh, soon I' ll better fill these empty arms | |
| And you' ll melt away like smoke into the dark | |
| Through the dark | |
| From flesh to blood to heart to bone |
| zuò qǔ : Kaye | |
| Remove me like the ring you' re wearing | |
| Forget that far away I sleep | |
| Among the hordes of the memories, merlot, women' s magazines | |
| And when the sun comes up tomorrow | |
| Another shady late entry | |
| Another lie among the neversaids buried in between | |
| In sorrow, spirits lure you where they want | |
| While an empty bed hands you forget me nots | |
| But come this time tomorrow, I' ll be out by water, air or land | |
| No more love for nothing, no more hesitating at your hand | |
| Oh, soon I' ll better fill these empty arms | |
| And you' ll melt away like smoke into the dark | |
| Through the dark | |
| He smelled of fine magnolia wine and Dior Allure | |
| She' d long been up when he crept inside | |
| And then, the smash of the china plates, the zing of the cutlery | |
| Says, when we took our vows in silence | |
| I thought your hands would stay in place | |
| Thinking lines would be drawn for love, but some just never change | |
| Must you make me look down at my shoes | |
| When my mother asks benignly about you? | |
| But come this time tomorrow, I' ll be out by water, air or land | |
| No more love for nothing, no more hesitating, no regrets | |
| Oh, soon I' ll better fill these empty arms | |
| And you' ll melt away like smoke into the dark | |
| Through the dark | |
| From flesh to blood to heart to bone |