歌曲 | Not Enuff Love |
歌手 | Faithless |
专辑 | Original Album Classics |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Faithless, Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
not enuff love | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Now when you climb {fade} | |
And when you lock {fade} | |
Just think of those | |
out in the cold and dark | |
'Cause there is not enough love to go round. | |
{Maxi Jazz} | |
Until you wake up | |
You people need a shake up | |
You take up so much time | |
Worrying, Scurrying, | |
Here, there, | |
Losing your hear | |
No money to spare | |
No love to share | |
No wonder you appear under pressure from here | |
You look fresh, yeah | |
But all I got is dirt in my hear | |
My nightmares manifest, | |
But I can escape | |
Yours is in your chest | |
With no formal shape | |
The tape is running | |
I push the button to send | |
Upon each other we all depend | |
Message end | |
Whoever asks my name | |
Or where I came from | |
People fear contamination | |
If they chary too long | |
I carry a strong | |
Sin of despair | |
It's in the air | |
I'm broken and hard to repair | |
I may mistaken be | |
But I patiently wait | |
On the pad to humanity | |
I sit at the gates | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
{Maxi Jazz} | |
Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, | |
Down the river | |
My liver in bad condition | |
Like my skin | |
Rain falling, once again | |
I'm in my bed | |
Hurt the time in | |
I'm gonna struggle for air | |
There's hair in my food | |
When I get it usually someone already half ate it | |
Touch it, not to let it | |
Get me down | |
But my head starting to pad | |
People go round, and round and round | |
From one I get a cigarette | |
A little more love found | |
But the ground is still wet | |
My chief are chattering | |
And there's a spattering of seeds | |
Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet | |
When I sleep I'll do my deep in the mainstream | |
But unaccountably my heart was growing | |
Small and mean | |
A hurry past | |
Ridged people I pretend I haven't seen | |
But there's money in my pocket | |
And my clothes are clean? | |
{Maxi Jazz 4x} | |
I said money in my pocket | |
But I just can't give no love | |
Money in my pocket | |
But I just can't give no love | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
'Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
'Cause there is not enough love to go round |
zuo ci : Faithless, Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
not enuff love | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Now when you climb fade | |
And when you lock fade | |
Just think of those | |
out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round. | |
Maxi Jazz | |
Until you wake up | |
You people need a shake up | |
You take up so much time | |
Worrying, Scurrying, | |
Here, there, | |
Losing your hear | |
No money to spare | |
No love to share | |
No wonder you appear under pressure from here | |
You look fresh, yeah | |
But all I got is dirt in my hear | |
My nightmares manifest, | |
But I can escape | |
Yours is in your chest | |
With no formal shape | |
The tape is running | |
I push the button to send | |
Upon each other we all depend | |
Message end | |
Whoever asks my name | |
Or where I came from | |
People fear contamination | |
If they chary too long | |
I carry a strong | |
Sin of despair | |
It' s in the air | |
I' m broken and hard to repair | |
I may mistaken be | |
But I patiently wait | |
On the pad to humanity | |
I sit at the gates | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Maxi Jazz | |
Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, | |
Down the river | |
My liver in bad condition | |
Like my skin | |
Rain falling, once again | |
I' m in my bed | |
Hurt the time in | |
I' m gonna struggle for air | |
There' s hair in my food | |
When I get it usually someone already half ate it | |
Touch it, not to let it | |
Get me down | |
But my head starting to pad | |
People go round, and round and round | |
From one I get a cigarette | |
A little more love found | |
But the ground is still wet | |
My chief are chattering | |
And there' s a spattering of seeds | |
Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet | |
When I sleep I' ll do my deep in the mainstream | |
But unaccountably my heart was growing | |
Small and mean | |
A hurry past | |
Ridged people I pretend I haven' t seen | |
But there' s money in my pocket | |
And my clothes are clean? | |
Maxi Jazz 4x | |
I said money in my pocket | |
But I just can' t give no love | |
Money in my pocket | |
But I just can' t give no love | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round |
zuò cí : Faithless, Maxi Jazz, Rollo ... | |
not enuff love | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Now when you climb fade | |
And when you lock fade | |
Just think of those | |
out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round. | |
Maxi Jazz | |
Until you wake up | |
You people need a shake up | |
You take up so much time | |
Worrying, Scurrying, | |
Here, there, | |
Losing your hear | |
No money to spare | |
No love to share | |
No wonder you appear under pressure from here | |
You look fresh, yeah | |
But all I got is dirt in my hear | |
My nightmares manifest, | |
But I can escape | |
Yours is in your chest | |
With no formal shape | |
The tape is running | |
I push the button to send | |
Upon each other we all depend | |
Message end | |
Whoever asks my name | |
Or where I came from | |
People fear contamination | |
If they chary too long | |
I carry a strong | |
Sin of despair | |
It' s in the air | |
I' m broken and hard to repair | |
I may mistaken be | |
But I patiently wait | |
On the pad to humanity | |
I sit at the gates | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
Maxi Jazz | |
Dirty, Cold, Hurting, Soul, | |
Down the river | |
My liver in bad condition | |
Like my skin | |
Rain falling, once again | |
I' m in my bed | |
Hurt the time in | |
I' m gonna struggle for air | |
There' s hair in my food | |
When I get it usually someone already half ate it | |
Touch it, not to let it | |
Get me down | |
But my head starting to pad | |
People go round, and round and round | |
From one I get a cigarette | |
A little more love found | |
But the ground is still wet | |
My chief are chattering | |
And there' s a spattering of seeds | |
Sometimes I lose all feeling in my feet | |
When I sleep I' ll do my deep in the mainstream | |
But unaccountably my heart was growing | |
Small and mean | |
A hurry past | |
Ridged people I pretend I haven' t seen | |
But there' s money in my pocket | |
And my clothes are clean? | |
Maxi Jazz 4x | |
I said money in my pocket | |
But I just can' t give no love | |
Money in my pocket | |
But I just can' t give no love | |
Now when you climb | |
Into your bed tonight | |
And when you lock | |
And hold the door | |
Just think of those | |
Out in the cold and dark | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round | |
' Cause there is not enough love to go round |