歌曲 | Theresa Green |
歌手 | Barry Adamson |
专辑 | Stranger On The Sofa |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Adamson | |
Can't get out of bed | |
There's a whirring in my head | |
And my skills have disappeared | |
There's an aching in my limbs | |
Don't know where it quite begins | |
But the truth is what I feel | |
Here she comes | |
Dancing through my mind | |
Leading me, the blind, to see | |
That there's another point of view | |
You can hear it pushing through | |
Just try and see | |
That I wish that I could press rewind | |
To a different time | |
'Cause I had to learn to push a feeling of joy way beyond me | |
[unknown] | |
Trees are green | |
Can't find her anywhere | |
The Berlin spy machine | |
[unknown] | |
Wait a while for something to happen | |
For no reason | |
My lover from afar | |
I'm praying five in the morning | |
And I wish that I'd have payed the price | |
To a different way of life | |
Where I [unknown] | |
I lay down, before you | |
When you haven't got a lot, all that you got is a lot | |
Tender in the garden, with the culture of bruises | |
Now I pull my skin off | |
Bring it as a gift to you | |
And even though it's cold outside, you'll be wrapped up in me | |
Being raptured in me | |
Being captured by me | |
I wish I was |
zuo qu : Adamson | |
Can' t get out of bed | |
There' s a whirring in my head | |
And my skills have disappeared | |
There' s an aching in my limbs | |
Don' t know where it quite begins | |
But the truth is what I feel | |
Here she comes | |
Dancing through my mind | |
Leading me, the blind, to see | |
That there' s another point of view | |
You can hear it pushing through | |
Just try and see | |
That I wish that I could press rewind | |
To a different time | |
' Cause I had to learn to push a feeling of joy way beyond me | |
unknown | |
Trees are green | |
Can' t find her anywhere | |
The Berlin spy machine | |
unknown | |
Wait a while for something to happen | |
For no reason | |
My lover from afar | |
I' m praying five in the morning | |
And I wish that I' d have payed the price | |
To a different way of life | |
Where I unknown | |
I lay down, before you | |
When you haven' t got a lot, all that you got is a lot | |
Tender in the garden, with the culture of bruises | |
Now I pull my skin off | |
Bring it as a gift to you | |
And even though it' s cold outside, you' ll be wrapped up in me | |
Being raptured in me | |
Being captured by me | |
I wish I was |
zuò qǔ : Adamson | |
Can' t get out of bed | |
There' s a whirring in my head | |
And my skills have disappeared | |
There' s an aching in my limbs | |
Don' t know where it quite begins | |
But the truth is what I feel | |
Here she comes | |
Dancing through my mind | |
Leading me, the blind, to see | |
That there' s another point of view | |
You can hear it pushing through | |
Just try and see | |
That I wish that I could press rewind | |
To a different time | |
' Cause I had to learn to push a feeling of joy way beyond me | |
unknown | |
Trees are green | |
Can' t find her anywhere | |
The Berlin spy machine | |
unknown | |
Wait a while for something to happen | |
For no reason | |
My lover from afar | |
I' m praying five in the morning | |
And I wish that I' d have payed the price | |
To a different way of life | |
Where I unknown | |
I lay down, before you | |
When you haven' t got a lot, all that you got is a lot | |
Tender in the garden, with the culture of bruises | |
Now I pull my skin off | |
Bring it as a gift to you | |
And even though it' s cold outside, you' ll be wrapped up in me | |
Being raptured in me | |
Being captured by me | |
I wish I was |