歌曲 | Doors To Nowhere |
歌手 | Magnum |
专辑 | The Visitation |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Up every day | |
Took my clothes off the chair | |
Poured out a drink | |
From the old | |
Frigidaire | |
Some magazines | |
By the fire, never touched | |
Shiny red step | |
Always cleaned, always brushed | |
Now those days are gone | |
Gone for us all | |
They wonʼt return | |
Once there was a time | |
You may recall | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when weʼre not there | |
The sun blinds pulled down | |
Made the walls tangerine | |
Dancers in white | |
Playing their tambourines | |
Slow dusty trains | |
Disappeared in the haze | |
Coaches arrived | |
At the crowded cafes | |
Now those days are gone | |
Gone for us all | |
They wonʼt return | |
Once there was a time | |
You may recall | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when weʼre not there | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when weʼre not there |
Up every day | |
Took my clothes off the chair | |
Poured out a drink | |
From the old | |
Frigidaire | |
Some magazines | |
By the fire, never touched | |
Shiny red step | |
Always cleaned, always brushed | |
Now those days are gone | |
Gone for us all | |
They won t return | |
Once there was a time | |
You may recall | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when we re not there | |
The sun blinds pulled down | |
Made the walls tangerine | |
Dancers in white | |
Playing their tambourines | |
Slow dusty trains | |
Disappeared in the haze | |
Coaches arrived | |
At the crowded cafes | |
Now those days are gone | |
Gone for us all | |
They won t return | |
Once there was a time | |
You may recall | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when we re not there | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when we re not there |
Up every day | |
Took my clothes off the chair | |
Poured out a drink | |
From the old | |
Frigidaire | |
Some magazines | |
By the fire, never touched | |
Shiny red step | |
Always cleaned, always brushed | |
Now those days are gone | |
Gone for us all | |
They won t return | |
Once there was a time | |
You may recall | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when we re not there | |
The sun blinds pulled down | |
Made the walls tangerine | |
Dancers in white | |
Playing their tambourines | |
Slow dusty trains | |
Disappeared in the haze | |
Coaches arrived | |
At the crowded cafes | |
Now those days are gone | |
Gone for us all | |
They won t return | |
Once there was a time | |
You may recall | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when we re not there | |
Over the wasteland | |
The full moon would rise | |
Hot summer nights | |
Put the stars in our eyes | |
Caught in the storm | |
Between thunder and rain | |
Ran down the hillside | |
Like we were insane | |
Behind doors to nowhere | |
We hide our childhood dreams | |
We pass time without care | |
Deceive when we re not there |