| 歌曲 | Fragile People |
| 歌手 | Waylon |
| 专辑 | Wicked Ways |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Martin Terefe/Nick Whitecross | |
| 作曲 : Martin Terefe/Nick Whitecross | |
| If you walk a little further down Ladbroke grove | |
| You'll see him on the corner outside the liquor store | |
| He's there Monday to Friday and weekends sometimes, too | |
| And he's nearly you but he's kinda fallen through | |
| He keeps his eyes on the window over number 27 | |
| Home to all his memories from home | |
| And it's been ages since she knew him | |
| She pretends that she don't see him | |
| Just like the others do | |
| There's a world full of us | |
| We are fragile people passing through | |
| There's a life chasing us | |
| We are fragile people me and you | |
| Well in Pigalle there's a street where the people meet | |
| And they shuffle on cold feet | |
| Swapping drunken dreams about tomorrow | |
| Walking miles around the corner of their inner thoughts | |
| Feeding from the fantasies they live | |
| Now there's a girl called Marie | |
| She's from Madrid Picasso's kid | |
| She ran away to leave behind the sorrow | |
| And it's come to this she'll sell a kiss | |
| And maybe more but she's really on the low road | |
| And she's sad |
| zuo ci : Martin Terefe Nick Whitecross | |
| zuo qu : Martin Terefe Nick Whitecross | |
| If you walk a little further down Ladbroke grove | |
| You' ll see him on the corner outside the liquor store | |
| He' s there Monday to Friday and weekends sometimes, too | |
| And he' s nearly you but he' s kinda fallen through | |
| He keeps his eyes on the window over number 27 | |
| Home to all his memories from home | |
| And it' s been ages since she knew him | |
| She pretends that she don' t see him | |
| Just like the others do | |
| There' s a world full of us | |
| We are fragile people passing through | |
| There' s a life chasing us | |
| We are fragile people me and you | |
| Well in Pigalle there' s a street where the people meet | |
| And they shuffle on cold feet | |
| Swapping drunken dreams about tomorrow | |
| Walking miles around the corner of their inner thoughts | |
| Feeding from the fantasies they live | |
| Now there' s a girl called Marie | |
| She' s from Madrid Picasso' s kid | |
| She ran away to leave behind the sorrow | |
| And it' s come to this she' ll sell a kiss | |
| And maybe more but she' s really on the low road | |
| And she' s sad |
| zuò cí : Martin Terefe Nick Whitecross | |
| zuò qǔ : Martin Terefe Nick Whitecross | |
| If you walk a little further down Ladbroke grove | |
| You' ll see him on the corner outside the liquor store | |
| He' s there Monday to Friday and weekends sometimes, too | |
| And he' s nearly you but he' s kinda fallen through | |
| He keeps his eyes on the window over number 27 | |
| Home to all his memories from home | |
| And it' s been ages since she knew him | |
| She pretends that she don' t see him | |
| Just like the others do | |
| There' s a world full of us | |
| We are fragile people passing through | |
| There' s a life chasing us | |
| We are fragile people me and you | |
| Well in Pigalle there' s a street where the people meet | |
| And they shuffle on cold feet | |
| Swapping drunken dreams about tomorrow | |
| Walking miles around the corner of their inner thoughts | |
| Feeding from the fantasies they live | |
| Now there' s a girl called Marie | |
| She' s from Madrid Picasso' s kid | |
| She ran away to leave behind the sorrow | |
| And it' s come to this she' ll sell a kiss | |
| And maybe more but she' s really on the low road | |
| And she' s sad |