歌曲 | Turn Me Towards The Light |
歌手 | Aberfeldy |
专辑 | Do Whatever Turns You On |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Aberfeldy | |
I'm a butcher and a barber | |
And I live down by the sea | |
Waiting at the harbour for the ships to come to me | |
Take all they can offer and they'll leave eventually | |
And they don't return | |
And I never learn | |
You can lose your grip by degrees | |
Thin yourself | |
Misery | |
The fact we got from A to B | |
That's good enough for me | |
You're a barber and a butcher too | |
You know the way I feel | |
With eyes upon the future | |
As the past has no appeal | |
This is all that's left for us | |
What happened to the deal? | |
What a sting | |
What a burn | |
Do I never learn? | |
You can loose your grip the angry way | |
Got to strip some layers away | |
I got it wrong but I can get it right | |
Just turn me towards the light | |
Like a flower about to bloom | |
You must protect me | |
Give me room | |
I failed to understand you | |
Must you make such fuss | |
Too late to take the tiller | |
On this course we can't adjust | |
Time will take a hull from you | |
And turn it into rust | |
From bow to stern | |
But we can get a grip | |
What do you say? | |
And we could sail this ship away | |
We can sing a song | |
Win the fight | |
Just turn me towards the light | |
Like a flower about to bloom | |
You must protect me | |
Give me room |
zuo ci : Aberfeldy | |
I' m a butcher and a barber | |
And I live down by the sea | |
Waiting at the harbour for the ships to come to me | |
Take all they can offer and they' ll leave eventually | |
And they don' t return | |
And I never learn | |
You can lose your grip by degrees | |
Thin yourself | |
Misery | |
The fact we got from A to B | |
That' s good enough for me | |
You' re a barber and a butcher too | |
You know the way I feel | |
With eyes upon the future | |
As the past has no appeal | |
This is all that' s left for us | |
What happened to the deal? | |
What a sting | |
What a burn | |
Do I never learn? | |
You can loose your grip the angry way | |
Got to strip some layers away | |
I got it wrong but I can get it right | |
Just turn me towards the light | |
Like a flower about to bloom | |
You must protect me | |
Give me room | |
I failed to understand you | |
Must you make such fuss | |
Too late to take the tiller | |
On this course we can' t adjust | |
Time will take a hull from you | |
And turn it into rust | |
From bow to stern | |
But we can get a grip | |
What do you say? | |
And we could sail this ship away | |
We can sing a song | |
Win the fight | |
Just turn me towards the light | |
Like a flower about to bloom | |
You must protect me | |
Give me room |
zuò cí : Aberfeldy | |
I' m a butcher and a barber | |
And I live down by the sea | |
Waiting at the harbour for the ships to come to me | |
Take all they can offer and they' ll leave eventually | |
And they don' t return | |
And I never learn | |
You can lose your grip by degrees | |
Thin yourself | |
Misery | |
The fact we got from A to B | |
That' s good enough for me | |
You' re a barber and a butcher too | |
You know the way I feel | |
With eyes upon the future | |
As the past has no appeal | |
This is all that' s left for us | |
What happened to the deal? | |
What a sting | |
What a burn | |
Do I never learn? | |
You can loose your grip the angry way | |
Got to strip some layers away | |
I got it wrong but I can get it right | |
Just turn me towards the light | |
Like a flower about to bloom | |
You must protect me | |
Give me room | |
I failed to understand you | |
Must you make such fuss | |
Too late to take the tiller | |
On this course we can' t adjust | |
Time will take a hull from you | |
And turn it into rust | |
From bow to stern | |
But we can get a grip | |
What do you say? | |
And we could sail this ship away | |
We can sing a song | |
Win the fight | |
Just turn me towards the light | |
Like a flower about to bloom | |
You must protect me | |
Give me room |