歌曲 | Gutters Full Of Rain |
歌手 | David Gray |
专辑 | Sell, Sell, Sell |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gray | |
A gutter full of rain | |
An empty picture frame | |
A house out at the edges of the city | |
Never noticing the war | |
Til it's right there at your door | |
And suddenly your hands are bloody | |
I was seeking to possess | |
Now another girl's caress | |
Is on your flesh | |
The bitterness is tasted | |
There's nobody in your chair | |
No hand to touch my hair | |
The sun even the air seems wasted | |
Let it go now | |
Let it all slip away | |
And we'll start it all over again | |
Me like a million others before | |
Trying to make sense of the rain | |
Were these twenty years a dream | |
Was it ever as it seemed | |
Get to wonder if it really existed | |
Cause the thief who stole my life | |
Has taken too my faith | |
I can see now how the world gets | |
Twisted | |
Let it go now | |
Let it all slip away | |
And we'll start it all over again | |
Me like a million others before | |
Trying to make sense of the rain | |
In spite of all the shame | |
Sometimes i hear your name | |
I think of us when we were younger | |
Then i'm shutting out the noise | |
And i'm trying to hear the voice | |
That used to tell me love was | |
Stronger | |
Light another cigarette | |
But the one i got's still lit | |
I can't seem to keep my fingers | |
Steady | |
Never noticing the war | |
Til it's right there at your door | |
And suddenly your hands are bloody |
zuo ci : Gray | |
A gutter full of rain | |
An empty picture frame | |
A house out at the edges of the city | |
Never noticing the war | |
Til it' s right there at your door | |
And suddenly your hands are bloody | |
I was seeking to possess | |
Now another girl' s caress | |
Is on your flesh | |
The bitterness is tasted | |
There' s nobody in your chair | |
No hand to touch my hair | |
The sun even the air seems wasted | |
Let it go now | |
Let it all slip away | |
And we' ll start it all over again | |
Me like a million others before | |
Trying to make sense of the rain | |
Were these twenty years a dream | |
Was it ever as it seemed | |
Get to wonder if it really existed | |
Cause the thief who stole my life | |
Has taken too my faith | |
I can see now how the world gets | |
Twisted | |
Let it go now | |
Let it all slip away | |
And we' ll start it all over again | |
Me like a million others before | |
Trying to make sense of the rain | |
In spite of all the shame | |
Sometimes i hear your name | |
I think of us when we were younger | |
Then i' m shutting out the noise | |
And i' m trying to hear the voice | |
That used to tell me love was | |
Stronger | |
Light another cigarette | |
But the one i got' s still lit | |
I can' t seem to keep my fingers | |
Steady | |
Never noticing the war | |
Til it' s right there at your door | |
And suddenly your hands are bloody |
zuò cí : Gray | |
A gutter full of rain | |
An empty picture frame | |
A house out at the edges of the city | |
Never noticing the war | |
Til it' s right there at your door | |
And suddenly your hands are bloody | |
I was seeking to possess | |
Now another girl' s caress | |
Is on your flesh | |
The bitterness is tasted | |
There' s nobody in your chair | |
No hand to touch my hair | |
The sun even the air seems wasted | |
Let it go now | |
Let it all slip away | |
And we' ll start it all over again | |
Me like a million others before | |
Trying to make sense of the rain | |
Were these twenty years a dream | |
Was it ever as it seemed | |
Get to wonder if it really existed | |
Cause the thief who stole my life | |
Has taken too my faith | |
I can see now how the world gets | |
Twisted | |
Let it go now | |
Let it all slip away | |
And we' ll start it all over again | |
Me like a million others before | |
Trying to make sense of the rain | |
In spite of all the shame | |
Sometimes i hear your name | |
I think of us when we were younger | |
Then i' m shutting out the noise | |
And i' m trying to hear the voice | |
That used to tell me love was | |
Stronger | |
Light another cigarette | |
But the one i got' s still lit | |
I can' t seem to keep my fingers | |
Steady | |
Never noticing the war | |
Til it' s right there at your door | |
And suddenly your hands are bloody |