歌曲 | Cool This Madness Down |
歌手 | Common Rider |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Michaels | |
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea | |
Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep | |
Lover of machines-adrift in schemes | |
Cast his lot among rootless thieves | |
Nightlife swings in the gateway towns | |
but out here in the inches there's a ship going down | |
The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke | |
Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke. | |
These strange nights and days- | |
These numbers taking our names | |
Chorus: | |
Cool this madness down | |
Sop it right on time | |
Got one last chance better cool itdown | |
Before it takes our life | |
Man without bearings straggles in the wood | |
Counting on the wolf to forget about blood | |
Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers | |
Playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber | |
Now he is alone with the things he made | |
Shaking n the afterburn arcade | |
Games distract but they don't appease | |
What they attract they will not release | |
These strange nights and days- | |
These numbers taking out names | |
Chorus | |
Cool this madness down | |
Dance in a redemption town | |
Chant down desolation | |
Conscius movement come | |
Cool this madness down | |
(repeat) | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : Michaels | |
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea | |
Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep | |
Lover of machinesadrift in schemes | |
Cast his lot among rootless thieves | |
Nightlife swings in the gateway towns | |
but out here in the inches there' s a ship going down | |
The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke | |
Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke. | |
These strange nights and days | |
These numbers taking our names | |
Chorus: | |
Cool this madness down | |
Sop it right on time | |
Got one last chance better cool itdown | |
Before it takes our life | |
Man without bearings straggles in the wood | |
Counting on the wolf to forget about blood | |
Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers | |
Playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber | |
Now he is alone with the things he made | |
Shaking n the afterburn arcade | |
Games distract but they don' t appease | |
What they attract they will not release | |
These strange nights and days | |
These numbers taking out names | |
Chorus | |
Cool this madness down | |
Dance in a redemption town | |
Chant down desolation | |
Conscius movement come | |
Cool this madness down | |
repeat | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Michaels | |
Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea | |
Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep | |
Lover of machinesadrift in schemes | |
Cast his lot among rootless thieves | |
Nightlife swings in the gateway towns | |
but out here in the inches there' s a ship going down | |
The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke | |
Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke. | |
These strange nights and days | |
These numbers taking our names | |
Chorus: | |
Cool this madness down | |
Sop it right on time | |
Got one last chance better cool itdown | |
Before it takes our life | |
Man without bearings straggles in the wood | |
Counting on the wolf to forget about blood | |
Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers | |
Playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber | |
Now he is alone with the things he made | |
Shaking n the afterburn arcade | |
Games distract but they don' t appease | |
What they attract they will not release | |
These strange nights and days | |
These numbers taking out names | |
Chorus | |
Cool this madness down | |
Dance in a redemption town | |
Chant down desolation | |
Conscius movement come | |
Cool this madness down | |
repeat | |
Chorus |