歌曲 | The Living Dolls |
歌手 | Jeremy Jay |
专辑 | A Place Where We Could Go |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jay | |
They sit in the back seat | |
Of their parents car | |
Not saying a word | |
Hoping they might not notice | |
How far away they are | |
The drapes gathered at the | |
Side of the window | |
So you could look out | |
They might never know | |
How alone you are | |
Their thoughts are kept | |
Behind a veil | |
Of words hidden | |
Behind a straight face | |
They lay buried in books | |
With knowledge of pictured places | |
I've had so many dreams | |
And i'm laying them down | |
The matching of things | |
Your pushing everything away | |
That you don't want at all | |
And making a way for | |
The living dolls | |
Who know of a special place | |
In the nursery of night | |
For they remember | |
They are still children inside | |
The nursery at night | |
The livings dolls | |
Have no time for headaches | |
Of the grown-up world | |
They know the ways of money | |
And their business is gold | |
And they have what they need | |
To make their dreams in this world | |
They're terribly practical, | |
Yes they are |
zuo qu : Jay | |
They sit in the back seat | |
Of their parents car | |
Not saying a word | |
Hoping they might not notice | |
How far away they are | |
The drapes gathered at the | |
Side of the window | |
So you could look out | |
They might never know | |
How alone you are | |
Their thoughts are kept | |
Behind a veil | |
Of words hidden | |
Behind a straight face | |
They lay buried in books | |
With knowledge of pictured places | |
I' ve had so many dreams | |
And i' m laying them down | |
The matching of things | |
Your pushing everything away | |
That you don' t want at all | |
And making a way for | |
The living dolls | |
Who know of a special place | |
In the nursery of night | |
For they remember | |
They are still children inside | |
The nursery at night | |
The livings dolls | |
Have no time for headaches | |
Of the grownup world | |
They know the ways of money | |
And their business is gold | |
And they have what they need | |
To make their dreams in this world | |
They' re terribly practical, | |
Yes they are |
zuò qǔ : Jay | |
They sit in the back seat | |
Of their parents car | |
Not saying a word | |
Hoping they might not notice | |
How far away they are | |
The drapes gathered at the | |
Side of the window | |
So you could look out | |
They might never know | |
How alone you are | |
Their thoughts are kept | |
Behind a veil | |
Of words hidden | |
Behind a straight face | |
They lay buried in books | |
With knowledge of pictured places | |
I' ve had so many dreams | |
And i' m laying them down | |
The matching of things | |
Your pushing everything away | |
That you don' t want at all | |
And making a way for | |
The living dolls | |
Who know of a special place | |
In the nursery of night | |
For they remember | |
They are still children inside | |
The nursery at night | |
The livings dolls | |
Have no time for headaches | |
Of the grownup world | |
They know the ways of money | |
And their business is gold | |
And they have what they need | |
To make their dreams in this world | |
They' re terribly practical, | |
Yes they are |