| Song | Bonnie Parker |
| Artist | Charlene Kaye |
| Album | Things I Will Need in the Past |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kaye | |
| I would like to run away to | |
| A place where | |
| The clouds would roll high in the afternoon | |
| Where sidewalks light up by the harvest moon | |
| I would like to run away to | |
| A place where | |
| Stars could be seen as a warning | |
| Where we could rise clean in the morning | |
| The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
| Just bury your face in your hands | |
| And follow the river that just keeps flowing | |
| I would like to find a place | |
| Where the taste of | |
| Blood in my mouth could evaporate | |
| Where my soul could just rest from all this weight | |
| And then you and I could live in peace | |
| You and I could dine like kings complete again | |
| The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
| Just bury your face in your hands | |
| And follow the fire that just keeps growing… |
| zuo qu : Kaye | |
| I would like to run away to | |
| A place where | |
| The clouds would roll high in the afternoon | |
| Where sidewalks light up by the harvest moon | |
| I would like to run away to | |
| A place where | |
| Stars could be seen as a warning | |
| Where we could rise clean in the morning | |
| The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
| Just bury your face in your hands | |
| And follow the river that just keeps flowing | |
| I would like to find a place | |
| Where the taste of | |
| Blood in my mouth could evaporate | |
| Where my soul could just rest from all this weight | |
| And then you and I could live in peace | |
| You and I could dine like kings complete again | |
| The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
| Just bury your face in your hands | |
| And follow the fire that just keeps growing |
| zuò qǔ : Kaye | |
| I would like to run away to | |
| A place where | |
| The clouds would roll high in the afternoon | |
| Where sidewalks light up by the harvest moon | |
| I would like to run away to | |
| A place where | |
| Stars could be seen as a warning | |
| Where we could rise clean in the morning | |
| The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
| Just bury your face in your hands | |
| And follow the river that just keeps flowing | |
| I would like to find a place | |
| Where the taste of | |
| Blood in my mouth could evaporate | |
| Where my soul could just rest from all this weight | |
| And then you and I could live in peace | |
| You and I could dine like kings complete again | |
| The dust storms are spiraling fast | |
| Just bury your face in your hands | |
| And follow the fire that just keeps growing |