paroles de chanson This Is the Sound - The Juliana Hatfield Three

Up above the floor so high.
A reflection in his eye.
Fell in love again last night.
Had a chance but I got stage-fright.
Oooh, oooh. oooh, oooh
I can′t dance in front of you.
I never used these dancing shoes.
They won't even go up stairs.
Take me up to meet you there.
Oooh, oooh. oooh, oooh
This... is the sound ... of a tree... falling down.
Like me... giving up ...to the ground... is the sound
Of a wave... breaking down... to be... all washed up.
I can′t think of things to say.
Would if I could find a way.
Grab something and hold it tight.
Even if it's just one night.
Oooh, oooh. Oooh, oooh!
Why are simple things so hard?
Nothing ever goes too far.
I roll it over in my mind
For the hundred-thousandth time.
Oooh, oooh. Oooh, oooh
This... is the sound ... of a tree... falling down.
Like me... giving up... to the ground... is the sound
Of a wave... crashing down ... to be... all washed up
Bridge!
Up above the town so high,
Watching gasses in the sky.
I can't stop thinking of that guy.
How do you can′t see smog at night.
Oooh, oooh. oooh, oooh
I don′t even know his name.
But if it's ever gonna rain,
Will it ever be the same?
Will he come back here again?
This... is the sound ... of a tree... falling down.
Like me... giving up... to the ground... is the sound
Of a wave... breaking down ... to be... all washed up