文本歌词

This Twilight Garden - The Cure
Written by：Robert Smith/Simon Gallup/
Porl Thompson/Boris Williams/Perry Bamonte
I lift my lips from kissing you
To kiss the sky
Cloud soft and blue
And slow the sun melts down in through
Golden words for me
I lift my hands from touching you
To touch the wind that whispers through
This twilight garden
Turns into
A world dreams are real
No one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No one will ever take your place
So I lift
I lift my eyes from watching you
To watch the star rise shine onto
Your dreaming face and dreaming smile
You're dreaming worlds for me
No one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No one will ever take your place
So I lift
I lift my lips from kissing you
To kiss the sky
Why keeps blue
And slow the moon seems up into
Golden words for me
No one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No one will ever take your place
So I love you
No one will ever take your place
I am lost in you
No one will ever take your place