A perfect indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there i saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have i been feeling like lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have i been feeling like lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
[ Last edited by 粒粒粥 on 2005-4-18 at 03:36 PM ]作者: 路边飞 时间: 2005-4-18 19:04
不错作者: 汉唐 时间: 2005-4-19 10:27 标题: 嘿嘿 作者: 粒粒粥 时间: 2005-4-19 12:16
非常喜欢的歌手.
可以将安静与狂躁,纯净与另类结合得这样好.
有一首她的jealous也是非常的好听.是写给他父亲的,可惜找不到链接.作者: 汉唐 时间: 2005-4-20 12:12 标题: 嘿嘿