歌曲 | Twenty Floors Below |
歌手 | G.B.H. |
专辑 | A Fridge Too Far |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
In the city of madness, I'm just another face, | |
but they know right where I am, | |
gotta leave this place. | |
Hiding in the subway, I don't like it down here, | |
rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear. | |
I'm in a fix, can't you tell, | |
living in this high rise hell. | |
Got the clouds for company, | |
terra ferma is the place to be. | |
In the city of chrome and steel, | |
they've got axes to grind. | |
I'm looking straight ahead of me, | |
but they're coming up from below. | |
Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues, | |
running out of time and luck, | |
wearing dead mens shoes. | |
They're twenty floor below, | |
twenty floor below. | |
I can see the whites of their eyes, | |
and they're coming to get me. | |
In the city of angels underneath the desert moon, | |
I may seem in control right now, | |
but it's them who's calling the tune. | |
Turn to face my killers, | |
now turn and confront my fear. | |
There's a shadow on the wall, everything is clear. | |
In the city where the motto is "Forward", | |
I feel right at home. | |
And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam. | |
Fidget bouncing off the wall, | |
finding we got no cheese. | |
Check the answerphone, | |
and a little more petrol please. |
zuo ci : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
In the city of madness, I' m just another face, | |
but they know right where I am, | |
gotta leave this place. | |
Hiding in the subway, I don' t like it down here, | |
rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear. | |
I' m in a fix, can' t you tell, | |
living in this high rise hell. | |
Got the clouds for company, | |
terra ferma is the place to be. | |
In the city of chrome and steel, | |
they' ve got axes to grind. | |
I' m looking straight ahead of me, | |
but they' re coming up from below. | |
Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues, | |
running out of time and luck, | |
wearing dead mens shoes. | |
They' re twenty floor below, | |
twenty floor below. | |
I can see the whites of their eyes, | |
and they' re coming to get me. | |
In the city of angels underneath the desert moon, | |
I may seem in control right now, | |
but it' s them who' s calling the tune. | |
Turn to face my killers, | |
now turn and confront my fear. | |
There' s a shadow on the wall, everything is clear. | |
In the city where the motto is " Forward", | |
I feel right at home. | |
And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam. | |
Fidget bouncing off the wall, | |
finding we got no cheese. | |
Check the answerphone, | |
and a little more petrol please. |
zuò cí : Abrahall, Blyth, Reder, Ross | |
In the city of madness, I' m just another face, | |
but they know right where I am, | |
gotta leave this place. | |
Hiding in the subway, I don' t like it down here, | |
rats are coming after me, they can smell my fear. | |
I' m in a fix, can' t you tell, | |
living in this high rise hell. | |
Got the clouds for company, | |
terra ferma is the place to be. | |
In the city of chrome and steel, | |
they' ve got axes to grind. | |
I' m looking straight ahead of me, | |
but they' re coming up from below. | |
Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues, | |
running out of time and luck, | |
wearing dead mens shoes. | |
They' re twenty floor below, | |
twenty floor below. | |
I can see the whites of their eyes, | |
and they' re coming to get me. | |
In the city of angels underneath the desert moon, | |
I may seem in control right now, | |
but it' s them who' s calling the tune. | |
Turn to face my killers, | |
now turn and confront my fear. | |
There' s a shadow on the wall, everything is clear. | |
In the city where the motto is " Forward", | |
I feel right at home. | |
And I never can settle down, no matter where I roam. | |
Fidget bouncing off the wall, | |
finding we got no cheese. | |
Check the answerphone, | |
and a little more petrol please. |