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Được phát hành lúc 15/4/2024.
Thời lượng: 3:43.

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Bài hát mà Return to Sender có liên hệ đến:

• Petite Suite IV. Ballet - for Piano 4 hands bởi Claude Debussy

Lời bài hát:

Here falls a light rain
A brush, a spark
I see her take her aim
Watch her hit the mark
And from her fingers
It makes a perfect arc
Out of her hands and into my heart

We pick a piece
And sneak to the wing
She doesn't notice
How my heart is racing
And when our hands cross
The keys are ringing
Love is a cage and how my heart sings

Here falls a light rain
A brush, a spark
I see her take her aim
Watch her hit the mark
And from her fingers
It makes a perfect arc
Out of her hands and into my heart

(Yeah)

I learned young, sometimes
You fall for people out of reach
Love's a song where the rhymes
Don't match or fall on the beat
But sing it, even vain
Life is fleeting, heartbreak won't be this sweet again

Here falls a light rain, a brush, a spark
I see her take her aim, watch her hit the mark
And from her fingers, it makes a perfect arc
Out of her hands and into my heart

(She falls asleep)
We pick a piece
And sneak to the wing
(Right next to me)
She doesn't notice
How my heart is racing
(Each song I write)
And when our hands cross
The keys are ringing
(Keep me up at night)
Love is a cage and how my heart sings

Night sky, ocean stirs
We stargaze together
Somewhere untamed
I name the stars for her
Moonstruck, I look away
As always, nothing stays
But eight years, still I
Dream of her at night

Here falls a light rain
Oh, what have I become
She falls asleep again
I want her in my arms
She takes me home
She looks me in the eye
And says she has a boy

Does she remember
The hall in evening light
Every December (Does she remember)
The songs I used to write (The hall in evening light)
And all the letters (Every December)
My love was waking (The songs I used to write)
Return to sender (And all the letters)
My heart was breaking

My heart's a bird that's learning to sing

(Won't you look this way)
Here falls a light rain
A brush, a spark
I see her take her aim
Watch her hit the mark
And from her fingers
It makes a perfect arc
Out of her hands and into my heart

(Won't you look this way)
We pick a piece
Hall piano playing
(Right next to me)
She doesn't notice
How my heart is racing
(Return to sender)
And when our hands cross
The bells are ringing
Love is a cage and how my heart sings

Young love is such a bittersweet thing