we made our plans to meet tonight under street lights of suburban U.S.A. nostalgia that I keep on playing on the mix will play that life made for you
번역: 제임스 웰던 존슨. 모든 음성을 들어 싱.
kissing you winter evening I don't have the strength to say goodbye, sat around and drank all day, knowing that tomorrow I'll be gone, and I'm so in
the weight of the past is cloudy as if it's been raining, and this sunny city life is held in empty hands, the pacific is looking so wonderful tonight
there's a cloud stretched over the highway as I drive back home to nothing but a bed where I'll sleep in a night I will spend here alone and this pillow
lethargic as it may seem this closure is all that we have and the neon light on my heart is still blinking vacancy I'm not ready to throw your tears
the ghost in the picture, the smile on the face, the absence of words, are taking the place of what's inside you, what's inside me? the shoebox is open
This stoy keeps writing itself, pages and chapters of you and I, of things that I wish would have happened, of things that I wish you would say, then
this parking lot, these windows fog transparancy, this radio dubs all of me, august felt us kissing under waterfalls, salty faces choked up on goodbye
it's as if you started out on the front page paper newstand pixelated in black and white, this picture of you now is still beautiful somehow armed with
it's there where i had left you and it's then you should have known the reasons why a phrase that held the miles from decisions and you never called