Short Stories - Leo Kottke

The Room At The Top Of The Stairs - Leo Kottke She lives all alone On a dark and windy street In a room at the top of the stairs She smokes cigarettes And stare

Late last night I stood outside this room Without the moon these windows were black But I could see that I was not mistaken And I would never be coming back Dow

I heard your voice at midnight By the river shore I saw your child sleeping Behind an open door The moon was in the river Shining up from the floor And the fish

You Tell Me Why - Leo Kottke 以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供 You tell me that I must not cry 你告诉我不要哭泣 You tell me all good things must die 你说美好终将逝去