I must say, I must say,
That I loved you the most.
And when you went away,
I remembered your ghost.
I keep, I keep,
It right in my heart.
?Cause everybody knows,
That ghosts like the dark.
The TV is on, and the fan swings around,
The insects are singing, 'cause the sun's going down.
The heat is like love, and the breeze is like kisses,
I boil two eggs and it's him that I'm missing.
I think of you, think of you,
And I feel so alive.
Like berries, like a market,
Like a buzzing beehive.
I won't show it, I won't show it,
'Cause a fool I will seem.
So I'll sit on my hands,
And swim in my dreams.
I pour another glass, and I wait for the rain,
I drink up the milk and start counting again.
Each day is closer to the humming monsoon,
It surely returns like the flowers that bloom.
In a way, in a way,
In an old-fashioned way,
I'd rather die waiting,
Than forget his name.
When he sings, when he sings,
On the afternoon porch.
The song like shelter,
And dark like a torch.
The TV is on, and the fan swings around,
The insects are singing, 'cause the sun's going down.
The heat is like love, and the breeze is like kisses,
I boil two eggs and it's him that I'm missing.
La la la, la la la,
La la la la la la....
- 专辑：The Bottom Of The Lake
- 歌手：Tinpan Orange
- 歌曲：La La La
