作词 : Blue, Burns, Currie, Ultravox | |
You're hopeful of everything | |
To do what you want to | |
Belief in high to the inner self | |
Taste for the finer things | |
The beat becomes your backbone, no | |
Will always be leading you astray | |
(chorus) | |
Don't leave your spades to the hands that wait | |
Don't leave your life behind and ignore the silence | |
And do this spades, understand your place | |
Don't leave your love behind and ignore the silent cries | |
Your hope should mean everything | |
Your needing is often you | |
Forced into a black and white | |
Your left on eternal way | |
The few were building up on you | |
The symptom of a changing age | |
(chorus x2) | |
the silent, the silent.... |
zuo ci : Blue, Burns, Currie, Ultravox | |
You' re hopeful of everything | |
To do what you want to | |
Belief in high to the inner self | |
Taste for the finer things | |
The beat becomes your backbone, no | |
Will always be leading you astray | |
chorus | |
Don' t leave your spades to the hands that wait | |
Don' t leave your life behind and ignore the silence | |
And do this spades, understand your place | |
Don' t leave your love behind and ignore the silent cries | |
Your hope should mean everything | |
Your needing is often you | |
Forced into a black and white | |
Your left on eternal way | |
The few were building up on you | |
The symptom of a changing age | |
chorus x2 | |
the silent, the silent.... |
zuò cí : Blue, Burns, Currie, Ultravox | |
You' re hopeful of everything | |
To do what you want to | |
Belief in high to the inner self | |
Taste for the finer things | |
The beat becomes your backbone, no | |
Will always be leading you astray | |
chorus | |
Don' t leave your spades to the hands that wait | |
Don' t leave your life behind and ignore the silence | |
And do this spades, understand your place | |
Don' t leave your love behind and ignore the silent cries | |
Your hope should mean everything | |
Your needing is often you | |
Forced into a black and white | |
Your left on eternal way | |
The few were building up on you | |
The symptom of a changing age | |
chorus x2 | |
the silent, the silent.... |