歌曲 | Voices Of Babylon |
歌手 | The Outfield |
专辑 | Super Hits |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Spinks | |
Hit the message I can hear you calling | |
No one's going anywhere tonight | |
We conceived a modern generation | |
It was free but now we pay the price | |
We're the victims of our own creation | |
Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white | |
Watch the struggle of our own temptation | |
Instincts barely keeping us alive | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon, streets of London | |
Back to the people that we know so well | |
A space in time removed too soon to tell | |
Just a product of imagination | |
Patiently we wait for our turn to come | |
A small collection of the population | |
By the time our number's up, we could be gone | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon, streets of London | |
Back to the people that we know so well | |
A space in time removed too soon to tell | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon streets of London town |
zuo qu : Spinks | |
Hit the message I can hear you calling | |
No one' s going anywhere tonight | |
We conceived a modern generation | |
It was free but now we pay the price | |
We' re the victims of our own creation | |
Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white | |
Watch the struggle of our own temptation | |
Instincts barely keeping us alive | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon, streets of London | |
Back to the people that we know so well | |
A space in time removed too soon to tell | |
Just a product of imagination | |
Patiently we wait for our turn to come | |
A small collection of the population | |
By the time our number' s up, we could be gone | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon, streets of London | |
Back to the people that we know so well | |
A space in time removed too soon to tell | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon streets of London town |
zuò qǔ : Spinks | |
Hit the message I can hear you calling | |
No one' s going anywhere tonight | |
We conceived a modern generation | |
It was free but now we pay the price | |
We' re the victims of our own creation | |
Chasing rainbows that are painted black or white | |
Watch the struggle of our own temptation | |
Instincts barely keeping us alive | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon, streets of London | |
Back to the people that we know so well | |
A space in time removed too soon to tell | |
Just a product of imagination | |
Patiently we wait for our turn to come | |
A small collection of the population | |
By the time our number' s up, we could be gone | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon, streets of London | |
Back to the people that we know so well | |
A space in time removed too soon to tell | |
Back to the rhythm that we all came from | |
Voices of Babylon streets of London town |