Akon《On my trail》歌词

*** Stories That Get Told - Josh Pyke.I should see you walk in from our gardenThe sun a soporific on your shoulder bladesAnd you should kick your shoes off at the doorAnd mark me with the pollen on your fingertips.Instead December brought the pouring rainThe whimsy of the seasonDampened by the dayAnd sometimes changes is incrementalTo the point we can convince ourselvesWe're still the same.But as the street lights flicker onUnder skin and boneWe're all awashWith something borrowedAnd everything I wantIs at rest between these walls.Someday we'll all beStories that get toldBut told incorrectlyBut our trail won't grow coldOur trail won't growOur trail won't grow cold, cold.So now we watch you walking in our gardenAnd what a many splendoured sight you are to seeAnd there'll be dancing, there'll be