作词 : Burns, Convertino | |
When it's getting way too late | |
There's nothing on the slate | |
You've got to take another break | |
Step out of the room | |
Into the street lit by the moon | |
Walk down to the tombs | |
Open the windows | |
No one said that that time would come | |
To finish what's begun | |
Things get done when they get done | |
There's no use in worry | |
For a heart that's in a hurry | |
Hang the jury inside out to dry |
zuo ci : Burns, Convertino | |
When it' s getting way too late | |
There' s nothing on the slate | |
You' ve got to take another break | |
Step out of the room | |
Into the street lit by the moon | |
Walk down to the tombs | |
Open the windows | |
No one said that that time would come | |
To finish what' s begun | |
Things get done when they get done | |
There' s no use in worry | |
For a heart that' s in a hurry | |
Hang the jury inside out to dry |
zuò cí : Burns, Convertino | |
When it' s getting way too late | |
There' s nothing on the slate | |
You' ve got to take another break | |
Step out of the room | |
Into the street lit by the moon | |
Walk down to the tombs | |
Open the windows | |
No one said that that time would come | |
To finish what' s begun | |
Things get done when they get done | |
There' s no use in worry | |
For a heart that' s in a hurry | |
Hang the jury inside out to dry |