歌曲 | 3 AM (LP Version) |
歌手 | Edwin McCain |
专辑 | Rhino Hi-Five: Edwin McCain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Matchbox Twenty - 3 A.M. | |
蝶恋花 编辑 | |
She says it's cold outside | |
and she hands me my raincoat | |
She's always worried about things like that | |
She says it's gonna end | |
and it might as well be my fault | |
And she only sleeps when it's raining | |
And she screams and her voice is straining | |
She says baby | |
It's 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can't help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe it | |
She's got a little bit of something, | |
God it's better than nothing | |
And in her color portrait world | |
she believes that she's got it all | |
She swears the moon | |
don't hang quite as high as it used to | |
And she only sleeps when it's raining | |
And she screams and her voice is straining | |
She says baby | |
It's 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can't help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe it | |
She believes that life is made up of | |
all that you're used to | |
And the clock on the wall has been stuck | |
at three for days, and days | |
She thinks that happiness is a mat | |
that sits on her doorway | |
But outside it's stopped raining | |
She says baby | |
It's 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can't help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain's gonna wash away I believe it | |
It's 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can't help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
蝶恋花 编辑 |
Matchbox Twenty 3 A. M. | |
die lian hua bian ji | |
She says it' s cold outside | |
and she hands me my raincoat | |
She' s always worried about things like that | |
She says it' s gonna end | |
and it might as well be my fault | |
And she only sleeps when it' s raining | |
And she screams and her voice is straining | |
She says baby | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain' s gonna wash away I believe it | |
She' s got a little bit of something, | |
God it' s better than nothing | |
And in her color portrait world | |
she believes that she' s got it all | |
She swears the moon | |
don' t hang quite as high as it used to | |
And she only sleeps when it' s raining | |
And she screams and her voice is straining | |
She says baby | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain' s gonna wash away I believe it | |
She believes that life is made up of | |
all that you' re used to | |
And the clock on the wall has been stuck | |
at three for days, and days | |
She thinks that happiness is a mat | |
that sits on her doorway | |
But outside it' s stopped raining | |
She says baby | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain' s gonna wash away I believe it | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
die lian hua bian ji |
Matchbox Twenty 3 A. M. | |
dié liàn huā biān jí | |
She says it' s cold outside | |
and she hands me my raincoat | |
She' s always worried about things like that | |
She says it' s gonna end | |
and it might as well be my fault | |
And she only sleeps when it' s raining | |
And she screams and her voice is straining | |
She says baby | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain' s gonna wash away I believe it | |
She' s got a little bit of something, | |
God it' s better than nothing | |
And in her color portrait world | |
she believes that she' s got it all | |
She swears the moon | |
don' t hang quite as high as it used to | |
And she only sleeps when it' s raining | |
And she screams and her voice is straining | |
She says baby | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain' s gonna wash away I believe it | |
She believes that life is made up of | |
all that you' re used to | |
And the clock on the wall has been stuck | |
at three for days, and days | |
She thinks that happiness is a mat | |
that sits on her doorway | |
But outside it' s stopped raining | |
She says baby | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
And the rain' s gonna wash away I believe it | |
It' s 3 am I must be lonely | |
When she says baby | |
Well I can' t help | |
but be scared of it all sometimes | |
dié liàn huā biān jí |