歌曲 | Reaching for John Dowland |
歌手 | Big Big Train |
专辑 | English Boy Wonders |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Jonny imagined the wonderful sound | |
Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud | |
Indian brave in the planes of a mall | |
Hunting the ground for the shortest return | |
Away from here a miners’ cage falls | |
Dancing like rain off the face of the road | |
Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand | |
Later is burned, tomorrow is burned | |
Torching his alien blood in a forge | |
Away from here the gunners raise a storm | |
Here you waited for me | |
Waited long on the outside | |
Or the darkside or somethin | |
Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound | |
Searching the strings for a meaning | |
No-one was there, there was no-one at all | |
Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons | |
Away from here a city eats itself alive. |
Jonny imagined the wonderful sound | |
Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud | |
Indian brave in the planes of a mall | |
Hunting the ground for the shortest return | |
Away from here a miners' cage falls | |
Dancing like rain off the face of the road | |
Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand | |
Later is burned, tomorrow is burned | |
Torching his alien blood in a forge | |
Away from here the gunners raise a storm | |
Here you waited for me | |
Waited long on the outside | |
Or the darkside or somethin | |
Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound | |
Searching the strings for a meaning | |
Noone was there, there was noone at all | |
Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons | |
Away from here a city eats itself alive. |
Jonny imagined the wonderful sound | |
Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud | |
Indian brave in the planes of a mall | |
Hunting the ground for the shortest return | |
Away from here a miners' cage falls | |
Dancing like rain off the face of the road | |
Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand | |
Later is burned, tomorrow is burned | |
Torching his alien blood in a forge | |
Away from here the gunners raise a storm | |
Here you waited for me | |
Waited long on the outside | |
Or the darkside or somethin | |
Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound | |
Searching the strings for a meaning | |
Noone was there, there was noone at all | |
Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons | |
Away from here a city eats itself alive. |