歌曲 | Four Long Days |
歌手 | Voxtrot |
专辑 | Mothers, Sisters, Daughters & Wives |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
作词 : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
Lights are fading, the feeling is back | |
This is the closest thing to disaster | |
Keep on fading, snow white into black | |
The kind of thing you laugh about after | |
And we were stuck, stacking misery | |
Four long days, in an ugly town | |
We pretend to know about misery | |
And never felt the cold sun beating down | |
But you will soon | |
Watching TV, and flirting with fate | |
He drank my cold soul under the table | |
Fame and fever, to risk and to lay | |
You shouldn't cry you're willing and able | |
I have locked, in a great image here | |
Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare | |
And staring back, it's what you bargained for | |
You never felt the cold sun beating down | |
But you will soon | |
You had this family to support | |
One house and three young children, biting at your hands | |
I don't pretend to understand | |
But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I | |
Have never liked that look in your eyes | |
And I, I, I, I, I | |
Am still shouting "please, please, forgive me | |
for what I've done" | |
What have I done? | |
Why is this taking so long? | |
The love is cold but | |
The engine is warm | |
I think of home, I think of the sweet life | |
Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts | |
We had to feel my sprain on the hi-fi | |
We got bored, in our own living room | |
So we got stuck with an ugly fix | |
That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot | |
And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry |
zuo qu : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
zuo ci : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
Lights are fading, the feeling is back | |
This is the closest thing to disaster | |
Keep on fading, snow white into black | |
The kind of thing you laugh about after | |
And we were stuck, stacking misery | |
Four long days, in an ugly town | |
We pretend to know about misery | |
And never felt the cold sun beating down | |
But you will soon | |
Watching TV, and flirting with fate | |
He drank my cold soul under the table | |
Fame and fever, to risk and to lay | |
You shouldn' t cry you' re willing and able | |
I have locked, in a great image here | |
Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare | |
And staring back, it' s what you bargained for | |
You never felt the cold sun beating down | |
But you will soon | |
You had this family to support | |
One house and three young children, biting at your hands | |
I don' t pretend to understand | |
But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I | |
Have never liked that look in your eyes | |
And I, I, I, I, I | |
Am still shouting " please, please, forgive me | |
for what I' ve done" | |
What have I done? | |
Why is this taking so long? | |
The love is cold but | |
The engine is warm | |
I think of home, I think of the sweet life | |
Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts | |
We had to feel my sprain on the hifi | |
We got bored, in our own living room | |
So we got stuck with an ugly fix | |
That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot | |
And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry |
zuò qǔ : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
zuò cí : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN | |
Lights are fading, the feeling is back | |
This is the closest thing to disaster | |
Keep on fading, snow white into black | |
The kind of thing you laugh about after | |
And we were stuck, stacking misery | |
Four long days, in an ugly town | |
We pretend to know about misery | |
And never felt the cold sun beating down | |
But you will soon | |
Watching TV, and flirting with fate | |
He drank my cold soul under the table | |
Fame and fever, to risk and to lay | |
You shouldn' t cry you' re willing and able | |
I have locked, in a great image here | |
Avoiding the cop, in an ugly stare | |
And staring back, it' s what you bargained for | |
You never felt the cold sun beating down | |
But you will soon | |
You had this family to support | |
One house and three young children, biting at your hands | |
I don' t pretend to understand | |
But listen, listen, listen, I, I, I , I, I | |
Have never liked that look in your eyes | |
And I, I, I, I, I | |
Am still shouting " please, please, forgive me | |
for what I' ve done" | |
What have I done? | |
Why is this taking so long? | |
The love is cold but | |
The engine is warm | |
I think of home, I think of the sweet life | |
Of sweat and sunshine, and sandals and shorts | |
We had to feel my sprain on the hifi | |
We got bored, in our own living room | |
So we got stuck with an ugly fix | |
That kills your days, and makes you forget a lot | |
And then you feel the hot sun beating down, and you start to cry |