I've Been Dreaming Up A Storm Lately 歌词
| 歌曲 | I've Been Dreaming Up A Storm Lately |
| 歌手 | Pandora's Box |
| 专辑 | Original Sin |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Steinman | |
| Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it. | |
| We've got all the time in the world. | |
| That's good, | |
| That's nice... | |
| I've been dreaming up a storm lately | |
| Over and over again | |
| And now I can't stop, can't stop... | |
| Been dreaming about mirrors.Millions of mirrors. | |
| An endless army af mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death. | |
| To blindness and then death. | |
| Oh and the mirrors kept getting larger. | |
| They kept growing... swelling... | |
| They kept spreading outAnd now I can't seem to stop them. | |
| They're still growing and I can't seem to stop them. | |
| I have to keep filling them up, | |
| I have to keep feeding them | |
| And they're still getting larger!And larger!!! | |
| The mirrors have become vast and beautiful | |
| And very, very hungry. | |
| Hungrier than I've ever been. | |
| Too hungry. | |
| I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see. | |
| They decide themselves what they would like to reflect. | |
| They won't obey me!!! | |
| They create a reflection and thenI have to go out and find the real thing that matches it. | |
| And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors | |
| It's not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first. | |
| And at that point I have to destroy the real thing | |
| And go out looking again until finally | |
| I find another real thing,A thing that does match what's inside the mirror | |
| and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first. | |
| But I almost never find it. | |
| And the mirrors get even hungrier. | |
| Pretty soon now they're going to devour me. | |
| They're going to swallow me upPiece by piece,Bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble,Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter... | |
| But you can help me, please. | |
| They want you, please. | |
| They've given me your image. | |
| Before I ever saw you they gave me you image. | |
| Please.I'd like to make you one of my reflections | |
| And feed you to the mirrors. | |
| Please. | |
| They only need one more to fill them up | |
| And if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied.As I would. | |
| Please.You have such a beautiful reflection... | |
| Don't ever waste it. | |
| Now.... | |
| YOUR PLACE OR MINE ? |
| zuo qu : Steinman | |
| Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it. | |
| We' ve got all the time in the world. | |
| That' s good, | |
| That' s nice... | |
| I' ve been dreaming up a storm lately | |
| Over and over again | |
| And now I can' t stop, can' t stop... | |
| Been dreaming about mirrors. Millions of mirrors. | |
| An endless army af mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death. | |
| To blindness and then death. | |
| Oh and the mirrors kept getting larger. | |
| They kept growing... swelling... | |
| They kept spreading outAnd now I can' t seem to stop them. | |
| They' re still growing and I can' t seem to stop them. | |
| I have to keep filling them up, | |
| I have to keep feeding them | |
| And they' re still getting larger! And larger!!! | |
| The mirrors have become vast and beautiful | |
| And very, very hungry. | |
| Hungrier than I' ve ever been. | |
| Too hungry. | |
| I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see. | |
| They decide themselves what they would like to reflect. | |
| They won' t obey me!!! | |
| They create a reflection and thenI have to go out and find the real thing that matches it. | |
| And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors | |
| It' s not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first. | |
| And at that point I have to destroy the real thing | |
| And go out looking again until finally | |
| I find another real thing, A thing that does match what' s inside the mirror | |
| and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first. | |
| But I almost never find it. | |
| And the mirrors get even hungrier. | |
| Pretty soon now they' re going to devour me. | |
| They' re going to swallow me upPiece by piece, Bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble, Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter... | |
| But you can help me, please. | |
| They want you, please. | |
| They' ve given me your image. | |
| Before I ever saw you they gave me you image. | |
| Please. I' d like to make you one of my reflections | |
| And feed you to the mirrors. | |
| Please. | |
| They only need one more to fill them up | |
| And if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied. As I would. | |
| Please. You have such a beautiful reflection... | |
| Don' t ever waste it. | |
| Now.... | |
| YOUR PLACE OR MINE nbsp? |
| zuò qǔ : Steinman | |
| Ah, come on, come on, let me tell you all about it. | |
| We' ve got all the time in the world. | |
| That' s good, | |
| That' s nice... | |
| I' ve been dreaming up a storm lately | |
| Over and over again | |
| And now I can' t stop, can' t stop... | |
| Been dreaming about mirrors. Millions of mirrors. | |
| An endless army af mirrors out of control, reflecting people to death. | |
| To blindness and then death. | |
| Oh and the mirrors kept getting larger. | |
| They kept growing... swelling... | |
| They kept spreading outAnd now I can' t seem to stop them. | |
| They' re still growing and I can' t seem to stop them. | |
| I have to keep filling them up, | |
| I have to keep feeding them | |
| And they' re still getting larger! And larger!!! | |
| The mirrors have become vast and beautiful | |
| And very, very hungry. | |
| Hungrier than I' ve ever been. | |
| Too hungry. | |
| I no longer have any control over what they show me or what they see. | |
| They decide themselves what they would like to reflect. | |
| They won' t obey me!!! | |
| They create a reflection and thenI have to go out and find the real thing that matches it. | |
| And almost always when I put the real thing in front of the mirrors | |
| It' s not nearly as beautiful as the reflection that came first. | |
| And at that point I have to destroy the real thing | |
| And go out looking again until finally | |
| I find another real thing, A thing that does match what' s inside the mirror | |
| and which is truly worthy of the beautiful reflection that came first. | |
| But I almost never find it. | |
| And the mirrors get even hungrier. | |
| Pretty soon now they' re going to devour me. | |
| They' re going to swallow me upPiece by piece, Bit by bit, shiver by shiver, tremble by tremble, Sliver and sliver and splinter by splinter... | |
| But you can help me, please. | |
| They want you, please. | |
| They' ve given me your image. | |
| Before I ever saw you they gave me you image. | |
| Please. I' d like to make you one of my reflections | |
| And feed you to the mirrors. | |
| Please. | |
| They only need one more to fill them up | |
| And if it were you I feel that they would be satisfied. As I would. | |
| Please. You have such a beautiful reflection... | |
| Don' t ever waste it. | |
| Now.... | |
| YOUR PLACE OR MINE nbsp? |
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