歌曲 | This Side Of The Morning |
歌手 | Del Amitri |
专辑 | Waking Hours |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Currie | |
Nobody's perfect and that's something that | |
I'm sure she'll know' | |
Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times | |
Is like trying to divide ice from snow | |
And when I knew it was over, | |
I jumped into a taxi | |
And said, "Just guess where to go" | |
And the driver turned about and said"Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow" | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love's a hazard that | |
I'd never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
I couldn't care less, | |
I couldn't care less | |
And nobody's helpless, although | |
I've never felt this helpless before | |
And trying to persuade myself not to think about her | |
Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour | |
So I put down the bottle | |
While in my head time is collapsing | |
And the currents run cold | |
So I can curse her memory | |
But don't try telling me that she was not | |
An emerald in a mountain of coal | |
Or that there's a crock of cures for cancer | |
At the end of the rainbow | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love's a hazard | |
That I'd never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
I couldn't care less | |
And she's the kind of girl who won't forgive | |
But will forget | |
So take me from this party, driver | |
Put me back to bed | |
I wanted to be loved | |
But just got laughed at instead | |
So if this taxi is for hire, | |
I'll get in the back | |
Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres | |
So nobody's perfect and that's something that | |
I'm sure she'll know | |
Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like | |
Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow | |
Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love's a hazard | |
That'd I'd never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
I couldn't care less |
zuo ci : Currie | |
Nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
I' m sure she' ll know' | |
Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times | |
Is like trying to divide ice from snow | |
And when I knew it was over, | |
I jumped into a taxi | |
And said, " Just guess where to go" | |
And the driver turned about and said" Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow" | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love' s a hazard that | |
I' d never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
I couldn' t care less, | |
I couldn' t care less | |
And nobody' s helpless, although | |
I' ve never felt this helpless before | |
And trying to persuade myself not to think about her | |
Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour | |
So I put down the bottle | |
While in my head time is collapsing | |
And the currents run cold | |
So I can curse her memory | |
But don' t try telling me that she was not | |
An emerald in a mountain of coal | |
Or that there' s a crock of cures for cancer | |
At the end of the rainbow | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love' s a hazard | |
That I' d never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
I couldn' t care less | |
And she' s the kind of girl who won' t forgive | |
But will forget | |
So take me from this party, driver | |
Put me back to bed | |
I wanted to be loved | |
But just got laughed at instead | |
So if this taxi is for hire, | |
I' ll get in the back | |
Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres | |
So nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
I' m sure she' ll know | |
Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like | |
Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow | |
Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love' s a hazard | |
That' d I' d never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
I couldn' t care less |
zuò cí : Currie | |
Nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
I' m sure she' ll know' | |
Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times | |
Is like trying to divide ice from snow | |
And when I knew it was over, | |
I jumped into a taxi | |
And said, " Just guess where to go" | |
And the driver turned about and said" Finding what you want is like trying to divide ice from snow" | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love' s a hazard that | |
I' d never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
I couldn' t care less, | |
I couldn' t care less | |
And nobody' s helpless, although | |
I' ve never felt this helpless before | |
And trying to persuade myself not to think about her | |
Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour | |
So I put down the bottle | |
While in my head time is collapsing | |
And the currents run cold | |
So I can curse her memory | |
But don' t try telling me that she was not | |
An emerald in a mountain of coal | |
Or that there' s a crock of cures for cancer | |
At the end of the rainbow | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love' s a hazard | |
That I' d never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
I couldn' t care less | |
And she' s the kind of girl who won' t forgive | |
But will forget | |
So take me from this party, driver | |
Put me back to bed | |
I wanted to be loved | |
But just got laughed at instead | |
So if this taxi is for hire, | |
I' ll get in the back | |
Just to fear the friction of the tarmac and the tyres | |
So nobody' s perfect and that' s something that | |
I' m sure she' ll know | |
Trying to persuade myself, not to think about her is like | |
Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow | |
Or like trying to tell the striker not to think about the goal | |
So here I sit, rolling back to bed | |
Knowing love' s a hazard | |
That' d I' d never guessed | |
But from this side of the morning | |
Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
Yeah, from this side of the morning | |
I couldn' t care less |