歌曲 | Il Adore |
歌手 | Boy George |
专辑 | U Can Never B 2 Straight |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : O`DOWD, GEORGE/THEMIS, JOHN | |
Mother clutches the head | |
of her dying son | |
Anger and tears | |
So many things to feel | |
Sensitive boy | |
Good with his hands | |
No one mentions the unmentionable | |
But everyone understands | |
Here in this cold white room | |
Tied up to these machines | |
It's hard to imagine him | |
as he used to be | |
Laughing, screaming | |
tumbling queen | |
Like the most amazing light show | |
you've ever seen | |
Whirling, swirling | |
never blue | |
How could you go and die | |
what a lonely thing to do | |
Silence equals death | |
this is what they say | |
But the anger and the tears | |
Cannot take the pain away | |
How far must it go | |
How near must it be | |
Before it touches you | |
Before it touches me | |
Here in this cold white room | |
Tied up to these machines | |
It's hard to imagine life | |
as it used to be | |
Laughing, screaming | |
tumbling queen | |
Like the most amazing light show | |
you've ever seen | |
Whirling, swirling | |
never blue | |
How could you go and die | |
what a selfish thing to do | |
Did you ever ask those strangers | |
what they're searching for | |
Did they laugh and tell you they're not really sure | |
You were hurt by love | |
But still you came right back for more | |
Il adore | |
Il adore | |
Il adore |
zuo ci : O DOWD, GEORGE THEMIS, JOHN | |
Mother clutches the head | |
of her dying son | |
Anger and tears | |
So many things to feel | |
Sensitive boy | |
Good with his hands | |
No one mentions the unmentionable | |
But everyone understands | |
Here in this cold white room | |
Tied up to these machines | |
It' s hard to imagine him | |
as he used to be | |
Laughing, screaming | |
tumbling queen | |
Like the most amazing light show | |
you' ve ever seen | |
Whirling, swirling | |
never blue | |
How could you go and die | |
what a lonely thing to do | |
Silence equals death | |
this is what they say | |
But the anger and the tears | |
Cannot take the pain away | |
How far must it go | |
How near must it be | |
Before it touches you | |
Before it touches me | |
Here in this cold white room | |
Tied up to these machines | |
It' s hard to imagine life | |
as it used to be | |
Laughing, screaming | |
tumbling queen | |
Like the most amazing light show | |
you' ve ever seen | |
Whirling, swirling | |
never blue | |
How could you go and die | |
what a selfish thing to do | |
Did you ever ask those strangers | |
what they' re searching for | |
Did they laugh and tell you they' re not really sure | |
You were hurt by love | |
But still you came right back for more | |
Il adore | |
Il adore | |
Il adore |
zuò cí : O DOWD, GEORGE THEMIS, JOHN | |
Mother clutches the head | |
of her dying son | |
Anger and tears | |
So many things to feel | |
Sensitive boy | |
Good with his hands | |
No one mentions the unmentionable | |
But everyone understands | |
Here in this cold white room | |
Tied up to these machines | |
It' s hard to imagine him | |
as he used to be | |
Laughing, screaming | |
tumbling queen | |
Like the most amazing light show | |
you' ve ever seen | |
Whirling, swirling | |
never blue | |
How could you go and die | |
what a lonely thing to do | |
Silence equals death | |
this is what they say | |
But the anger and the tears | |
Cannot take the pain away | |
How far must it go | |
How near must it be | |
Before it touches you | |
Before it touches me | |
Here in this cold white room | |
Tied up to these machines | |
It' s hard to imagine life | |
as it used to be | |
Laughing, screaming | |
tumbling queen | |
Like the most amazing light show | |
you' ve ever seen | |
Whirling, swirling | |
never blue | |
How could you go and die | |
what a selfish thing to do | |
Did you ever ask those strangers | |
what they' re searching for | |
Did they laugh and tell you they' re not really sure | |
You were hurt by love | |
But still you came right back for more | |
Il adore | |
Il adore | |
Il adore |