歌曲 | Desiderata - normal |
歌手 | The High Dials |
专辑 | A New Devotion |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
I was a boy in a place not far from here | |
Walled in from the noise | |
There my nights were dark and clear | |
Sweet suburban blackness | |
Beautiful and true | |
Nights like midnight masses | |
Silent offerings to you | |
Now I'm a hologram | |
An image of the man | |
I used to be at 17 | |
Speak to me | |
Talk to me | |
Blind me with the boyhood myth | |
I seek in you | |
Can I return? | |
Can I unlearn? | |
Oh, I know it's wrong but I still go on | |
Crawling back to you | |
Crawling back to you | |
I was a boy in a house not far from here | |
I played the saddest joy | |
You put music in my ear | |
Shapeless teen desire | |
Alcoholic dream | |
Flow through headphone wires | |
Love me do and set me free | |
Now I'm a hologram | |
An image of the man | |
I used to be at 17 | |
Used to be, used to be… | |
I see the seasons passing | |
I feel the weight of wasted years | |
I'm frightened by the feeling | |
There is another city here | |
And I can't find the exit | |
'Cause there's no way out on my feet | |
There is a new devotion | |
I must find it in my sleep |
I was a boy in a place not far from here | |
Walled in from the noise | |
There my nights were dark and clear | |
Sweet suburban blackness | |
Beautiful and true | |
Nights like midnight masses | |
Silent offerings to you | |
Now I' m a hologram | |
An image of the man | |
I used to be at 17 | |
Speak to me | |
Talk to me | |
Blind me with the boyhood myth | |
I seek in you | |
Can I return? | |
Can I unlearn? | |
Oh, I know it' s wrong but I still go on | |
Crawling back to you | |
Crawling back to you | |
I was a boy in a house not far from here | |
I played the saddest joy | |
You put music in my ear | |
Shapeless teen desire | |
Alcoholic dream | |
Flow through headphone wires | |
Love me do and set me free | |
Now I' m a hologram | |
An image of the man | |
I used to be at 17 | |
Used to be, used to be | |
I see the seasons passing | |
I feel the weight of wasted years | |
I' m frightened by the feeling | |
There is another city here | |
And I can' t find the exit | |
' Cause there' s no way out on my feet | |
There is a new devotion | |
I must find it in my sleep |
I was a boy in a place not far from here | |
Walled in from the noise | |
There my nights were dark and clear | |
Sweet suburban blackness | |
Beautiful and true | |
Nights like midnight masses | |
Silent offerings to you | |
Now I' m a hologram | |
An image of the man | |
I used to be at 17 | |
Speak to me | |
Talk to me | |
Blind me with the boyhood myth | |
I seek in you | |
Can I return? | |
Can I unlearn? | |
Oh, I know it' s wrong but I still go on | |
Crawling back to you | |
Crawling back to you | |
I was a boy in a house not far from here | |
I played the saddest joy | |
You put music in my ear | |
Shapeless teen desire | |
Alcoholic dream | |
Flow through headphone wires | |
Love me do and set me free | |
Now I' m a hologram | |
An image of the man | |
I used to be at 17 | |
Used to be, used to be | |
I see the seasons passing | |
I feel the weight of wasted years | |
I' m frightened by the feeling | |
There is another city here | |
And I can' t find the exit | |
' Cause there' s no way out on my feet | |
There is a new devotion | |
I must find it in my sleep |