作词 : Wratten 作曲 : Robert Wratten These are haunted days; bonfire-scented autumn days. Someone's slipped away, and someone's thoughts are all in one place. These are haunted days; the year is facing its old age. I met her from work at three to see her home so she could catch some sleep. Everything's a little everything's a little - thrown. I watched her cry for someone I didn't know. You can sense it on the wind, the wind that sets the trees to singing – hear them whispering how someone's gone, someone's missing. These are haunted days, sad and golden, underplayed. I met her on Oxford Street to see her home so she could catch some sleep. These are haunted days; bonfire-scented autumn days. You can't fix everything that breaks, and someone's thoughts are all in one place.
作词 : Wratten 作曲 : Robert Wratten These are haunted days; bonfire-scented autumn days. Someone's slipped away, and someone's thoughts are all in one place. These are haunted days; the year is facing its old age. I met her from work at three to see her home so she could catch some sleep. Everything's a little everything's a little - thrown. I watched her cry for someone I didn't know. You can sense it on the wind, the wind that sets the trees to singing – hear them whispering how someone's gone, someone's missing. These are haunted days, sad and golden, underplayed. I met her on Oxford Street to see her home so she could catch some sleep. These are haunted days; bonfire-scented autumn days. You can't fix everything that breaks, and someone's thoughts are all in one place.
