歌曲 | No One Waits |
歌手 | Cliff Richard |
专辑 | 1970s |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cliff Richard/Isherwood | |
No one waits behind his door | |
Just the morning papers | |
And that coffee cup of hers | |
She was warm like a woman is | |
But when there’s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
No one waits behind her door | |
Just the worn out dresses | |
And that coffee cup of his | |
He was warm like a man can be | |
But when there’s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
The carnival gives way, and the Ferris-wheel stops | |
And the clowns, they’re not laughing anymore | |
The clowns, they’re not laughing anymore | |
The circus left town yesterday | |
Left me walking the hot wire | |
We were but touch away | |
Girl we couldn’t get much higher | |
When there’s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
The carnival gives way, and the Ferris-wheel stops | |
And the clowns, they’re not laughing anymore | |
The clowns, they’re not laughing anymore | |
No one waits behind the door | |
There’s a thousand reasons why | |
Had this feeling once before | |
‘Cause when you got nothing left to give | |
No feelings left to keep we’ll hear it | |
When there’s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
Nothing left to give | |
Nothing left to give | |
Nothing left to give | |
When there’s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour |
zuo qu : Cliff Richard Isherwood | |
No one waits behind his door | |
Just the morning papers | |
And that coffee cup of hers | |
She was warm like a woman is | |
But when there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
No one waits behind her door | |
Just the worn out dresses | |
And that coffee cup of his | |
He was warm like a man can be | |
But when there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
The carnival gives way, and the Ferriswheel stops | |
And the clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
The clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
The circus left town yesterday | |
Left me walking the hot wire | |
We were but touch away | |
Girl we couldn' t get much higher | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
The carnival gives way, and the Ferriswheel stops | |
And the clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
The clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
No one waits behind the door | |
There' s a thousand reasons why | |
Had this feeling once before | |
' Cause when you got nothing left to give | |
No feelings left to keep we' ll hear it | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
Nothing left to give | |
Nothing left to give | |
Nothing left to give | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour |
zuò qǔ : Cliff Richard Isherwood | |
No one waits behind his door | |
Just the morning papers | |
And that coffee cup of hers | |
She was warm like a woman is | |
But when there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
No one waits behind her door | |
Just the worn out dresses | |
And that coffee cup of his | |
He was warm like a man can be | |
But when there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
The carnival gives way, and the Ferriswheel stops | |
And the clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
The clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
The circus left town yesterday | |
Left me walking the hot wire | |
We were but touch away | |
Girl we couldn' t get much higher | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
The carnival gives way, and the Ferriswheel stops | |
And the clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
The clowns, they' re not laughing anymore | |
No one waits behind the door | |
There' s a thousand reasons why | |
Had this feeling once before | |
' Cause when you got nothing left to give | |
No feelings left to keep we' ll hear it | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour | |
Nothing left to give | |
Nothing left to give | |
Nothing left to give | |
When there' s nothing left to give | |
You lose your sense of humour |