| 歌曲 | Synchronicity II |
| 歌手 | The Police |
| 专辑 | Message in a Box [Box set] |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Sting |
| [00:43.38] | Another suburban family morning |
| [00:48.93] | Grandmother screaming at the wall |
| [00:55.02] | We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies |
| [00:56.43] | We can't hear anything at all |
| [00:57.00] | Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration |
| [01:00.99] | But we know all her suicides are fake |
| [01:18.81] | Daddy only stares into the distance |
| [01:25.35] | There's only so much more that he can take |
| [01:31.23] | Many miles away |
| [01:33.27] | Something crawls from the slime |
| [01:36.42] | At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake |
| [01:44.04] | Another industrial ugly morning |
| [01:49.20] | The factory belches filth into the sky |
| [01:55.74] | He walks unhindered through the picket lines today |
| [01:58.65] | He doesn't think to wonder why |
| [02:07.50] | The secretaries pout and preen like |
| [02:09.84] | cheap tarts in a red light street |
| [02:18.99] | But all he ever thinks to do is watch |
| [02:21.24] | And every single meeting with his so-called superior |
| [02:24.96] | Is a humiliating kick in the crotch |
| [02:31.41] | Many miles away |
| [02:33.63] | Something crawls to the surface |
| [02:34.86] | Of a dark Scottish lake |
| [03:08.61] | Another working day has ended |
| [03:14.16] | Only the rush hour hell to face |
| [03:20.16] | Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes |
| [03:23.31] | Contestants in a suicidal race |
| [03:31.68] | Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance |
| [03:38.19] | He knows that something somewhere has to break |
| [03:44.25] | He sees the family home now looming in the headlights |
| [03:49.05] | The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache |
| [03:58.26] | Many miles away |
| [04:00.99] | There's a shadow on the door |
| [04:01.47] | Of a cottage on the shore |
| [04:01.92] | Of a dark Scottish lake |
| [04:04.44] | Many miles away, many miles away |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Sting |
| [00:43.38] | Another suburban family morning |
| [00:48.93] | Grandmother screaming at the wall |
| [00:55.02] | We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies |
| [00:56.43] | We can' t hear anything at all |
| [00:57.00] | Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration |
| [01:00.99] | But we know all her suicides are fake |
| [01:18.81] | Daddy only stares into the distance |
| [01:25.35] | There' s only so much more that he can take |
| [01:31.23] | Many miles away |
| [01:33.27] | Something crawls from the slime |
| [01:36.42] | At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake |
| [01:44.04] | Another industrial ugly morning |
| [01:49.20] | The factory belches filth into the sky |
| [01:55.74] | He walks unhindered through the picket lines today |
| [01:58.65] | He doesn' t think to wonder why |
| [02:07.50] | The secretaries pout and preen like |
| [02:09.84] | cheap tarts in a red light street |
| [02:18.99] | But all he ever thinks to do is watch |
| [02:21.24] | And every single meeting with his so-called superior |
| [02:24.96] | Is a humiliating kick in the crotch |
| [02:31.41] | Many miles away |
| [02:33.63] | Something crawls to the surface |
| [02:34.86] | Of a dark Scottish lake |
| [03:08.61] | Another working day has ended |
| [03:14.16] | Only the rush hour hell to face |
| [03:20.16] | Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes |
| [03:23.31] | Contestants in a suicidal race |
| [03:31.68] | Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance |
| [03:38.19] | He knows that something somewhere has to break |
| [03:44.25] | He sees the family home now looming in the headlights |
| [03:49.05] | The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache |
| [03:58.26] | Many miles away |
| [04:00.99] | There' s a shadow on the door |
| [04:01.47] | Of a cottage on the shore |
| [04:01.92] | Of a dark Scottish lake |
| [04:04.44] | Many miles away, many miles away |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Sting |
| [00:43.38] | Another suburban family morning |
| [00:48.93] | Grandmother screaming at the wall |
| [00:55.02] | We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies |
| [00:56.43] | We can' t hear anything at all |
| [00:57.00] | Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration |
| [01:00.99] | But we know all her suicides are fake |
| [01:18.81] | Daddy only stares into the distance |
| [01:25.35] | There' s only so much more that he can take |
| [01:31.23] | Many miles away |
| [01:33.27] | Something crawls from the slime |
| [01:36.42] | At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake |
| [01:44.04] | Another industrial ugly morning |
| [01:49.20] | The factory belches filth into the sky |
| [01:55.74] | He walks unhindered through the picket lines today |
| [01:58.65] | He doesn' t think to wonder why |
| [02:07.50] | The secretaries pout and preen like |
| [02:09.84] | cheap tarts in a red light street |
| [02:18.99] | But all he ever thinks to do is watch |
| [02:21.24] | And every single meeting with his so-called superior |
| [02:24.96] | Is a humiliating kick in the crotch |
| [02:31.41] | Many miles away |
| [02:33.63] | Something crawls to the surface |
| [02:34.86] | Of a dark Scottish lake |
| [03:08.61] | Another working day has ended |
| [03:14.16] | Only the rush hour hell to face |
| [03:20.16] | Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes |
| [03:23.31] | Contestants in a suicidal race |
| [03:31.68] | Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance |
| [03:38.19] | He knows that something somewhere has to break |
| [03:44.25] | He sees the family home now looming in the headlights |
| [03:49.05] | The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache |
| [03:58.26] | Many miles away |
| [04:00.99] | There' s a shadow on the door |
| [04:01.47] | Of a cottage on the shore |
| [04:01.92] | Of a dark Scottish lake |
| [04:04.44] | Many miles away, many miles away |