歌曲 | Did You See Him Cry |
歌手 | Pavlov's Dog |
专辑 | At the Sound of the Bell |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Pavlov's Dog, Rayburn ... | |
How many times has he waited there | |
Beneath the boughs of angel hair | |
Woollen coat pulled tight against the wind | |
That whipped and chafed his face | |
And left him not much more | |
Apart from his old dreams | |
That new lovers cannot own | |
Or hope to ever know | |
What's behind an old man's lonely tears | |
When he's alone and the sun is high | |
The children laugh and he'd like to hide | |
Days like these seem to hang on for so long | |
They seem to drag him down | |
And leave him that much more apart | |
And he wishes someone would invite him home | |
To pass the time or to maybe find some time | |
Or maybe... | |
And did you see him cry? | |
Did you ever watch him pace | |
And all the ways he tries to hide his face | |
Misplaced all in a world not like his own | |
And did you ever stop to speak | |
Or hear him try to tell about | |
How she and he were lovers just like you | |
And they were just like you | |
Did you ever watch him pace | |
And all the ways he tries to hide his face | |
Misplaced all in a world not like his own | |
Did you ever stop to speak | |
Or hear him try to tell about | |
How she and he were lovers just like you | |
And they were just like you |
zuo qu : Pavlov' s Dog, Rayburn ... | |
How many times has he waited there | |
Beneath the boughs of angel hair | |
Woollen coat pulled tight against the wind | |
That whipped and chafed his face | |
And left him not much more | |
Apart from his old dreams | |
That new lovers cannot own | |
Or hope to ever know | |
What' s behind an old man' s lonely tears | |
When he' s alone and the sun is high | |
The children laugh and he' d like to hide | |
Days like these seem to hang on for so long | |
They seem to drag him down | |
And leave him that much more apart | |
And he wishes someone would invite him home | |
To pass the time or to maybe find some time | |
Or maybe... | |
And did you see him cry? | |
Did you ever watch him pace | |
And all the ways he tries to hide his face | |
Misplaced all in a world not like his own | |
And did you ever stop to speak | |
Or hear him try to tell about | |
How she and he were lovers just like you | |
And they were just like you | |
Did you ever watch him pace | |
And all the ways he tries to hide his face | |
Misplaced all in a world not like his own | |
Did you ever stop to speak | |
Or hear him try to tell about | |
How she and he were lovers just like you | |
And they were just like you |
zuò qǔ : Pavlov' s Dog, Rayburn ... | |
How many times has he waited there | |
Beneath the boughs of angel hair | |
Woollen coat pulled tight against the wind | |
That whipped and chafed his face | |
And left him not much more | |
Apart from his old dreams | |
That new lovers cannot own | |
Or hope to ever know | |
What' s behind an old man' s lonely tears | |
When he' s alone and the sun is high | |
The children laugh and he' d like to hide | |
Days like these seem to hang on for so long | |
They seem to drag him down | |
And leave him that much more apart | |
And he wishes someone would invite him home | |
To pass the time or to maybe find some time | |
Or maybe... | |
And did you see him cry? | |
Did you ever watch him pace | |
And all the ways he tries to hide his face | |
Misplaced all in a world not like his own | |
And did you ever stop to speak | |
Or hear him try to tell about | |
How she and he were lovers just like you | |
And they were just like you | |
Did you ever watch him pace | |
And all the ways he tries to hide his face | |
Misplaced all in a world not like his own | |
Did you ever stop to speak | |
Or hear him try to tell about | |
How she and he were lovers just like you | |
And they were just like you |