歌曲 | Place and the Time |
歌手 | Moby Grape |
专辑 | Wow |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Miller, Stevenson | |
Here to sing our words and song | |
Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Mother and father, think for yourself | |
This is the place and the time | |
Make the changes, hear the time | |
All those silly words don't seem to rhyme | |
Now I'm cold and | |
I wonder why | |
My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky | |
Tomorrow I'll be back to see if you can really be here | |
My, what a strange vision | |
I have seen and what a change | |
What's that walkin' through my years | |
And breathin' on your mind? | |
When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs | |
We'll be blowin' out your mind |
zuo ci : Miller, Stevenson | |
Here to sing our words and song | |
Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Mother and father, think for yourself | |
This is the place and the time | |
Make the changes, hear the time | |
All those silly words don' t seem to rhyme | |
Now I' m cold and | |
I wonder why | |
My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky | |
Tomorrow I' ll be back to see if you can really be here | |
My, what a strange vision | |
I have seen and what a change | |
What' s that walkin' through my years | |
And breathin' on your mind? | |
When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs | |
We' ll be blowin' out your mind |
zuò cí : Miller, Stevenson | |
Here to sing our words and song | |
Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Nothing, nothing, nothing | |
Mother and father, think for yourself | |
This is the place and the time | |
Make the changes, hear the time | |
All those silly words don' t seem to rhyme | |
Now I' m cold and | |
I wonder why | |
My twelfth floor mansions seem to touch the sky | |
Tomorrow I' ll be back to see if you can really be here | |
My, what a strange vision | |
I have seen and what a change | |
What' s that walkin' through my years | |
And breathin' on your mind? | |
When Sunday drivers come and play with theirs | |
We' ll be blowin' out your mind |