Morning Story 歌词

	作词 : Bruce
	Running, jumping, pushing its way
	Mornings nighttime blends into day
	Can't find curtains to shut it away
	We were alone in the hills of the night
	Now the neon dawn lets in the light
	And the milkman that nobody knows
	Leaves bottles of tears
	At the house full of laughter
	Nobody ever hears
	O the grass is burned black
	By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars
	Seas turned to steam
	When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow
	When it gets light
	Some of them always stay
	She's dressed in white
	Till the smoke turns her grey
	Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
	Mornings nighttime moves into day
	Can't find warmth to keep it away
	Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
	Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
	And the angel who sits in her car
	Full of desire
	But the hoses who came from the town
	Put out her fire
	O the seas have run dry
	And the sun's one good eye is too blind to see
	Sky has gone bad
	From the good times we had burning bright, such good times
	When it gets light
	Some of them always stay
	She's dressed in white
	Till the smoke turns her grey

	zuo ci : Bruce
	Running, jumping, pushing its way
	Mornings nighttime blends into day
	Can' t find curtains to shut it away
	We were alone in the hills of the night
	Now the neon dawn lets in the light
	And the milkman that nobody knows
	Leaves bottles of tears
	At the house full of laughter
	Nobody ever hears
	O the grass is burned black
	By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars
	Seas turned to steam
	When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow
	When it gets light
	Some of them always stay
	She' s dressed in white
	Till the smoke turns her grey
	Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
	Mornings nighttime moves into day
	Can' t find warmth to keep it away
	Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
	Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
	And the angel who sits in her car
	Full of desire
	But the hoses who came from the town
	Put out her fire
	O the seas have run dry
	And the sun' s one good eye is too blind to see
	Sky has gone bad
	From the good times we had burning bright, such good times
	When it gets light
	Some of them always stay
	She' s dressed in white
	Till the smoke turns her grey

	zuò cí : Bruce
	Running, jumping, pushing its way
	Mornings nighttime blends into day
	Can' t find curtains to shut it away
	We were alone in the hills of the night
	Now the neon dawn lets in the light
	And the milkman that nobody knows
	Leaves bottles of tears
	At the house full of laughter
	Nobody ever hears
	O the grass is burned black
	By the ships coming back from the stars, golden stars
	Seas turned to steam
	When we boiled the dream of tomorrow, tomorrow
	When it gets light
	Some of them always stay
	She' s dressed in white
	Till the smoke turns her grey
	Falling, stumbling, feeling its way
	Mornings nighttime moves into day
	Can' t find warmth to keep it away
	Used to be alone on the waves of cloud
	Now the flotsam dawn brings in the crowd
	And the angel who sits in her car
	Full of desire
	But the hoses who came from the town
	Put out her fire
	O the seas have run dry
	And the sun' s one good eye is too blind to see
	Sky has gone bad
	From the good times we had burning bright, such good times
	When it gets light
	Some of them always stay
	She' s dressed in white
	Till the smoke turns her grey

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