Gymnopédie No. 3 (Satie， arr. Marshall) - Christopher Parkening

There's always the creaks and the strangest sounds John brown's body was never found But the locals see him walkin' around There's a 'for sale' sign on the old

I see boxes Fills up a room All the things I never told you still glooming And I try though I try though Talking never seems to do it I miss the taste of you Re

Cursed your captain and stow me below Hold me amongst all your cards Oh we were sea bound and aimless at best Clutching to the wheel and those charts But that s

August clown's a saint And I just figured out why I've been walking through the sand With just you on my mind And all that's left of the summer sky Is the momen

Pictures watch from the sidewalk past 照片在街边静静凝望 Poems go flying in the tracks 诗句随铁轨飘向远方 All we ever got left is a pile of things 我们仅剩的不

On a long road We are just trees Wave in the windstorm We are slow wheels We are potholes And it passes Just like lightning And it's over We remember nothing Bu

Train station 火车站 I know you all too well 我对你太过熟悉 Tainted in salutation 问候都沾染倦意 And I'm going back where I belong 我要回到属于我的地方 With the