歌曲 | Head Hit The Pillow |
歌手 | Big Big Train |
专辑 | Goodbye to the Age of Steam |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The early morning sun alights upon | |
the old school hall | |
battered boxes, wooden walls from fifty years ago. | |
How it seems like England’s dreaming. | |
And down along the shore the weathered chairs | |
and bingo halls, | |
the sound in cars through open windows | |
-summer has returned. | |
But late at night the demon’s call. | |
Here they come from the ends of the Earth. | |
Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes. | |
God nothing is left gor giving. | |
Must be self-created. Must be all inside the mind. | |
Outside in the wan daylight | |
the senseless torn and turning. | |
Susan walked and spoke the words, | |
he turned away was running | |
“Late last night the demons called.” |
The early morning sun alights upon | |
the old school hall | |
battered boxes, wooden walls from fifty years ago. | |
How it seems like England' s dreaming. | |
And down along the shore the weathered chairs | |
and bingo halls, | |
the sound in cars through open windows | |
summer has returned. | |
But late at night the demon' s call. | |
Here they come from the ends of the Earth. | |
Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes. | |
God nothing is left gor giving. | |
Must be selfcreated. Must be all inside the mind. | |
Outside in the wan daylight | |
the senseless torn and turning. | |
Susan walked and spoke the words, | |
he turned away was running | |
" Late last night the demons called." |
The early morning sun alights upon | |
the old school hall | |
battered boxes, wooden walls from fifty years ago. | |
How it seems like England' s dreaming. | |
And down along the shore the weathered chairs | |
and bingo halls, | |
the sound in cars through open windows | |
summer has returned. | |
But late at night the demon' s call. | |
Here they come from the ends of the Earth. | |
Faces from a far sky dance before his crazed eyes. | |
God nothing is left gor giving. | |
Must be selfcreated. Must be all inside the mind. | |
Outside in the wan daylight | |
the senseless torn and turning. | |
Susan walked and spoke the words, | |
he turned away was running | |
" Late last night the demons called." |