Sunless Saturday 歌词
| 歌曲 | Sunless Saturday |
| 歌手 | Fishbone |
| 专辑 | The Essential Fishbone |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jones | |
| I see the pestilence outside my window | |
| I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high | |
| I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street | |
| I face the morning with my customary sigh | |
| I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud | |
| A stumbling wind has attracted quite a crowd | |
| My breakfast finished now i brave the outside | |
| But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside | |
| Chase these clouds away | |
| I hate this sunless saturday | |
| Freedom come | |
| For us now | |
| Light our sky | |
| Burn away these clouds | |
| Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me | |
| Is just the mirror image of tainted soul | |
| I think the sun will never visit my sky | |
| Until the truth is seen by each and every eye | |
| I see the helpless and i see the insane | |
| I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain | |
| I see the means of help elude us again | |
| I think the sun will never visit me again |
| zuo ci : Jones | |
| I see the pestilence outside my window | |
| I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high | |
| I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street | |
| I face the morning with my customary sigh | |
| I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud | |
| A stumbling wind has attracted quite a crowd | |
| My breakfast finished now i brave the outside | |
| But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside | |
| Chase these clouds away | |
| I hate this sunless saturday | |
| Freedom come | |
| For us now | |
| Light our sky | |
| Burn away these clouds | |
| Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me | |
| Is just the mirror image of tainted soul | |
| I think the sun will never visit my sky | |
| Until the truth is seen by each and every eye | |
| I see the helpless and i see the insane | |
| I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain | |
| I see the means of help elude us again | |
| I think the sun will never visit me again |
| zuò cí : Jones | |
| I see the pestilence outside my window | |
| I see the dung heaps piled at least a mile high | |
| I see the shards of shattered dreams in the street | |
| I face the morning with my customary sigh | |
| I hear the sounds of children laughing aloud | |
| A stumbling wind has attracted quite a crowd | |
| My breakfast finished now i brave the outside | |
| But clouds have hidden all the warmth inside | |
| Chase these clouds away | |
| I hate this sunless saturday | |
| Freedom come | |
| For us now | |
| Light our sky | |
| Burn away these clouds | |
| Perhaps the charcoal grey and brown around me | |
| Is just the mirror image of tainted soul | |
| I think the sun will never visit my sky | |
| Until the truth is seen by each and every eye | |
| I see the helpless and i see the insane | |
| I see a pauper singing in the pouring rain | |
| I see the means of help elude us again | |
| I think the sun will never visit me again |
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