歌曲 | Seventh Avenue |
歌手 | Rosanne Cash |
专辑 | Retrospective |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cash, Leventhal | |
The world keeps getting smaller | |
'til it closes 'round my room | |
and everything I feel now | |
is hard and fast and true | |
My window is a spotlight | |
on the madness down below | |
it takes a silent figure | |
to make this place a home | |
Now the candles burn all night | |
without you | |
and the moon hangs out of sight | |
so blue | |
on Seventh Avenue | |
I gave you what you wanted | |
and it took so many years | |
now I'm just a part of | |
the traffic and the tears | |
I am not a lighthouse | |
not the answer or the truth | |
but the love that I held onto | |
is safe inside this room | |
Now the candles burn all night | |
without you | |
and the moon hangs out of sight | |
so blue | |
on Seventh Avenue | |
(all of the stories from all of our lives | |
are not lost from memory on these streets tonight) |
zuo ci : Cash, Leventhal | |
The world keeps getting smaller | |
' til it closes ' round my room | |
and everything I feel now | |
is hard and fast and true | |
My window is a spotlight | |
on the madness down below | |
it takes a silent figure | |
to make this place a home | |
Now the candles burn all night | |
without you | |
and the moon hangs out of sight | |
so blue | |
on Seventh Avenue | |
I gave you what you wanted | |
and it took so many years | |
now I' m just a part of | |
the traffic and the tears | |
I am not a lighthouse | |
not the answer or the truth | |
but the love that I held onto | |
is safe inside this room | |
Now the candles burn all night | |
without you | |
and the moon hangs out of sight | |
so blue | |
on Seventh Avenue | |
all of the stories from all of our lives | |
are not lost from memory on these streets tonight |
zuò cí : Cash, Leventhal | |
The world keeps getting smaller | |
' til it closes ' round my room | |
and everything I feel now | |
is hard and fast and true | |
My window is a spotlight | |
on the madness down below | |
it takes a silent figure | |
to make this place a home | |
Now the candles burn all night | |
without you | |
and the moon hangs out of sight | |
so blue | |
on Seventh Avenue | |
I gave you what you wanted | |
and it took so many years | |
now I' m just a part of | |
the traffic and the tears | |
I am not a lighthouse | |
not the answer or the truth | |
but the love that I held onto | |
is safe inside this room | |
Now the candles burn all night | |
without you | |
and the moon hangs out of sight | |
so blue | |
on Seventh Avenue | |
all of the stories from all of our lives | |
are not lost from memory on these streets tonight |