制作

出演艺人
Charm of Finches
Charm of Finches
表演者
Ivy Windred-Wornes
Ivy Windred-Wornes
声乐
Mabel Windred-Wornes
Mabel Windred-Wornes
大提琴
Daniel Ledwell
Daniel Ledwell
贝斯
Michael Belyea
Michael Belyea
作曲和作词
Ivy Windred-Wornes
Ivy Windred-Wornes
作曲
Mabel Windred-Wornes
Mabel Windred-Wornes
作曲
制作和工程
Daniel Ledwell
Daniel Ledwell
制作人
J Lapointe
J Lapointe
母带工程师

歌词

Saturday night, you must be having fun
I warm my hands on a morning coffee and you're ten drinks down
Take out the pieces you don't want me to see
Try to hide from me the way you feel but I know it all anyway
And the sun it stops me from dreaming
There'll be no rest now till the evening
It's just a long series of goodbyes
There's no wonder I made this my life
As a child I ran away in the night
Try to find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this motion
3am, Amsterdam
I walked home as he waved goodbye
The street light showed me his cold, cold heart
The sound of my feet on the constant path
I've been running hands out in the dark
Hold on to anything I pass
The dead quiet of the night was deafening
And I see it now, he stole my evening
It's just a long series of goodbyes
There's no wonder I made this my life
As a child I ran away in the night
Try to find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this
Motion, fall in, running, stumbling
Eyes on horizon, a temporary home
Motion, fall in, running, stumbling
Eyes on horizon, a temporary home
(Motion, fall in, running, stumbling)
Maybe I'm the frail type, not suited to this kind of life
Home it is my suitcase, dreaming in a different bed each night
(Eyes on horizon, a temporary home)
Felt like I could cry but I just let my body drop and I
Know that you are sugar-coating every single word you write
(Motion, fall in, running, stumbling)
Maybe I'm the frail type, not suited to this kind of life
Home it is my suitcase, dreaming in a different bed each night
(Eyes on horizon, a temporary home)
Train to Hamburg, Copenhagen, Stockholm in the morning light
When I get back to Melbourne will I start to crave
This long series of goodbyes
There's no wonder I made this my life
As a child I ran away in the night
Try to find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home in this motion
Find myself a temporary home
Written by: Ivy Windred-Wornes, Mabel Windred-Wornes
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