歌曲 | Somewhere They Can't Find Me |
歌手 | Simon |
专辑 | The Columbia Studio Recordings (1964-1970) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Paul Simon Music:Paul Simon | |
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, | |
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. | |
Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, | |
Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. | |
But I've got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can't find me. | |
Oh baby, you don't know what I've done, | |
I've committed a crime, I've broken the law. | |
While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, | |
I held up and robbed a liquor store. | |
But I've got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can't find me. | |
Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, | |
A scene badly written in which I must play. | |
And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, | |
I know it's not right to leave you, | |
When morning is just a few hours away. | |
But I've got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I'll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can't find me. |
Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, | |
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. | |
Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, | |
Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. | |
But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can' t find me. | |
Oh baby, you don' t know what I' ve done, | |
I' ve committed a crime, I' ve broken the law. | |
While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, | |
I held up and robbed a liquor store. | |
But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can' t find me. | |
Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, | |
A scene badly written in which I must play. | |
And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, | |
I know it' s not right to leave you, | |
When morning is just a few hours away. | |
But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can' t find me. |
Lyrics: Paul Simon Music: Paul Simon | |
I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love, | |
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night. | |
Her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow, | |
Reflecting the flow of the winter moonlight. | |
But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can' t find me. | |
Oh baby, you don' t know what I' ve done, | |
I' ve committed a crime, I' ve broken the law. | |
While you were here sleeping and just dreaming of me, | |
I held up and robbed a liquor store. | |
But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can' t find me. | |
Oh my life seems unreal, my crime an illusion, | |
A scene badly written in which I must play. | |
And thought it puts me up tight to leave you, | |
I know it' s not right to leave you, | |
When morning is just a few hours away. | |
But I' ve got to creep down the alley way, | |
Fly down the highway, | |
Before they come to catch me I' ll be gone. | |
Somewhere they can' t find me. |