歌词
作词 : Deb Talan
作曲 : Deb Talan
Writers like to keep a chapter's length between them
Make love through the pages of a book they've read before.
I'm a lonely painter, have always been
Colors touch my fingers, like I gotta feel his skin
So my heart knows he's real as red, he's good as gold.
Catch me, I'm dancing alone now, in the light that's coming through the afternoon.
Indigo the sky, breaks across my eyes
And it hurts like trembling green.
No one's really kissed me for a thousand Springs
And I don't want to write about it.
No one's really kissed me for a thousand Springs
and I don't want to write anything.
Oh the way it steep, my path to love, elaborate
How could any real man ever meet the mark?
A castaway for kindness, a starving and a blindness.
What I know now, if I knew then
I'd never fall that way again.
Catch me, I'm dancing alone now, in the light that's coming through the afternoon.
Indigo the sky, breaks across my eyes
And it hurts like trembling green.
No one's really kissed me for a thousand Springs
And I don't want to write about it.
No one's really kissed me for a thousand Springs
and I don't want to write anything.
Writers like to keep a chapter's length between them
Make love through the pages of a book.
No one's really kissed me for a thousand Springs
and I don't want to write anything.