We were both standing In your mothers living room Sweating up a storm in that Terrible month of june And the sweat rolled down your cheek And into your mouth I knew this mustve been a dream cos youre mother would never let me in her house You are the most beautiful widow You are the most beautiful widow You are the most beautiful widow in town Many years later The glassy month of december I stood with my hands in my pockets Trying to avoid A shiny wedding portrait Hanging on that old womans wall cos I knew youd be wearing a smile Thatd be too painful to look upon You are the most beautiful widow I bet you are the most beautiful widow I bet you are the most beautiful widow in town
12:51 is the time my voice found the words I sought. Is it the stage I want? The world is shutting out for us. We were tense for sure but we was confident. 看julian歌词的时候总有种神奇的共鸣感,配上音乐的感觉,虽然很多时候不知道他在写什么