作词 : Julia Minkin
作曲 : Mathieu Hocine
Yesterday, I came home to meet your ghost in my living room, leafing through my books and sipping my Oolong.
Odd, because you drink coffee and because I had only just left you at the Marseille train station at the end of a long day in wounded silence. And whereas your expression had been vengeful as you kindly packed my luggage into a taxi we refused to share, your ghost didn’t seem to hold a grudge. He simply took my shoulders in his tender, sun-kissed hands and said, “Honey, you look half-dead, come nap with me.”
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LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Julia Minkin
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mathieu Hocine
[00:00.00] Yesterday, I came home to meet your ghost in my living room, leafing through my books and sipping my Oolong.
[02:11.22]Odd, because you drink coffee and because I had only just left you at the Marseille train station at the end of a long day in wounded silence. And whereas your expression had been vengeful as you kindly packed my luggage into a taxi we refused to share, your ghost didn’t seem to hold a grudge. He simply took my shoulders in his tender, sun-kissed hands and said, “Honey, you look half-dead, come nap with me.”
📝
纯歌词版本
作词 : Julia Minkin
作曲 : Mathieu Hocine
Yesterday, I came home to meet your ghost in my living room, leafing through my books and sipping my Oolong.
Odd, because you drink coffee and because I had only just left you at the Marseille train station at the end of a long day in wounded silence. And whereas your expression had been vengeful as you kindly packed my luggage into a taxi we refused to share, your ghost didn’t seem to hold a grudge. He simply took my shoulders in his tender, sun-kissed hands and said, “Honey, you look half-dead, come nap with me.”
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Julia Minkin
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mathieu Hocine
[00:00.00] Yesterday, I came home to meet your ghost in my living room, leafing through my books and sipping my Oolong.
[02:11.22]Odd, because you drink coffee and because I had only just left you at the Marseille train station at the end of a long day in wounded silence. And whereas your expression had been vengeful as you kindly packed my luggage into a taxi we refused to share, your ghost didn’t seem to hold a grudge. He simply took my shoulders in his tender, sun-kissed hands and said, “Honey, you look half-dead, come nap with me.”