歌曲 | Intrigue in Tangiers |
歌手 | The Chameleons |
专辑 | What Does Anything Mean? Basically |
作词 : Burgess, Chameleons UK | |
When it's summer and the skies are glass | |
When it's summer and the skies are glass | |
I just have to make the evenings last | |
They're always flying past | |
When it's raining and the sky is black | |
When it's raining and the sky is black | |
I just have to hear the thunder roll | |
And see the lightning crack | |
We sit for hours | |
With fading powers | |
By a television screen | |
With funny cigarettes | |
And talk for hours | |
Of the places that we've seen | |
Brother can you hear my voice | |
Brother can you hear my voice | |
Every second that you cling to life | |
You have to feel alive | |
It's an easy thing to sell your skin | |
When the Devil's banging on your door | |
You always let him in | |
With fading powers | |
We dream of hours | |
That will never come again | |
Old defenders are themselves defenceless | |
When the mad attack the sane | |
What can you do | |
When you see no future | |
In front of you | |
Food for the few | |
So many it seems are in front of you | |
I see my face | |
Reflected there in your sweating brow | |
You hate what you see | |
What can you do | |
When there's no way out | |
Well there's one way out | |
Brother can you hear my voice | |
Every second that you cling to life | |
You have to feel alive | |
But when you sleep | |
Where do you go? |
zuò cí : Burgess, Chameleons UK | |
When it' s summer and the skies are glass | |
When it' s summer and the skies are glass | |
I just have to make the evenings last | |
They' re always flying past | |
When it' s raining and the sky is black | |
When it' s raining and the sky is black | |
I just have to hear the thunder roll | |
And see the lightning crack | |
We sit for hours | |
With fading powers | |
By a television screen | |
With funny cigarettes | |
And talk for hours | |
Of the places that we' ve seen | |
Brother can you hear my voice | |
Brother can you hear my voice | |
Every second that you cling to life | |
You have to feel alive | |
It' s an easy thing to sell your skin | |
When the Devil' s banging on your door | |
You always let him in | |
With fading powers | |
We dream of hours | |
That will never come again | |
Old defenders are themselves defenceless | |
When the mad attack the sane | |
What can you do | |
When you see no future | |
In front of you | |
Food for the few | |
So many it seems are in front of you | |
I see my face | |
Reflected there in your sweating brow | |
You hate what you see | |
What can you do | |
When there' s no way out | |
Well there' s one way out | |
Brother can you hear my voice | |
Every second that you cling to life | |
You have to feel alive | |
But when you sleep | |
Where do you go? |