歌曲 | The Door into Summer [#/*] |
歌手 | The Monkees |
专辑 | Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones Ltd. |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Douglas, Martin | |
With his fool's gold stacked up all around him | |
From a killing in the market on the war | |
The children left | |
King Midas there as they found him | |
In his counting house where nothing counts but more | |
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
With his travel logs of 'maybe next year' places | |
As a trade-in for a name upon the door | |
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears | |
As he finds out there's been no one keeping score | |
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer... |
zuo ci : Douglas, Martin | |
With his fool' s gold stacked up all around him | |
From a killing in the market on the war | |
The children left | |
King Midas there as they found him | |
In his counting house where nothing counts but more | |
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
With his travel logs of ' maybe next year' places | |
As a tradein for a name upon the door | |
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears | |
As he finds out there' s been no one keeping score | |
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer... |
zuò cí : Douglas, Martin | |
With his fool' s gold stacked up all around him | |
From a killing in the market on the war | |
The children left | |
King Midas there as they found him | |
In his counting house where nothing counts but more | |
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
With his travel logs of ' maybe next year' places | |
As a tradein for a name upon the door | |
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears | |
As he finds out there' s been no one keeping score | |
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Yes, he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band | |
And the laughter from a distant caravan | |
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer | |
Fading through the door into summer... |