歌曲 | Forever Is a Lonely Thought |
歌手 | Kayak |
专辑 | See See the Sun |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Koopman, Scherpenzeel | |
Silly names and laughter | |
Gloomy thoughts while waiting for the train | |
Meant to ride forever | |
Torture minds to find a catchy name | |
What does it take, to sell a pretty song | |
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long | |
Notes to feed the hungry | |
Somehow it's unfair, but there's no way | |
Systems to be buried | |
Damage to the image, save our fame | |
What does it take, to sell a pretty song | |
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long | |
After all those years, still want to be like them | |
Seems like paradise, an unreal promised land | |
Searching for the meaning | |
Interwoven truth and nonsense tales | |
Head against the ceiling | |
Try to make some music out of scales |
zuo ci : Koopman, Scherpenzeel | |
Silly names and laughter | |
Gloomy thoughts while waiting for the train | |
Meant to ride forever | |
Torture minds to find a catchy name | |
What does it take, to sell a pretty song | |
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long | |
Notes to feed the hungry | |
Somehow it' s unfair, but there' s no way | |
Systems to be buried | |
Damage to the image, save our fame | |
What does it take, to sell a pretty song | |
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long | |
After all those years, still want to be like them | |
Seems like paradise, an unreal promised land | |
Searching for the meaning | |
Interwoven truth and nonsense tales | |
Head against the ceiling | |
Try to make some music out of scales |
zuò cí : Koopman, Scherpenzeel | |
Silly names and laughter | |
Gloomy thoughts while waiting for the train | |
Meant to ride forever | |
Torture minds to find a catchy name | |
What does it take, to sell a pretty song | |
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long | |
Notes to feed the hungry | |
Somehow it' s unfair, but there' s no way | |
Systems to be buried | |
Damage to the image, save our fame | |
What does it take, to sell a pretty song | |
Takes weeks of thinking, seeming twice as long | |
After all those years, still want to be like them | |
Seems like paradise, an unreal promised land | |
Searching for the meaning | |
Interwoven truth and nonsense tales | |
Head against the ceiling | |
Try to make some music out of scales |