歌曲 | A Small Slice Of Heaven |
歌手 | The Lightning Seeds |
专辑 | Pure |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Broudie, Hall | |
The voice of reason | |
Is rhyming with treason today | |
The laughing devil | |
Is chasing the angels away | |
The dog is barking | |
The baby's crying | |
The rainy days are multiplying | |
She says it's time to make decisions | |
Then turns on breakfast television | |
Life's a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
The opera isn't over | |
Until the fat lady sings | |
Then she walks into town | |
And pawns her eternity ring | |
She's leaving home | |
With a dream in her pocket | |
And a photograph in a silver locket | |
The party's over | |
She not stopping | |
She's sick of lying | |
Through with crying | |
Life's a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
She's leaving home | |
With a dream in her pocket | |
And a photograph in a silver locket | |
The sky is open the clouds are fading | |
And that small slice of heaven's waiting | |
Life's a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
Life's a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven's all | |
You could ever hope to find |
zuo ci : Broudie, Hall | |
The voice of reason | |
Is rhyming with treason today | |
The laughing devil | |
Is chasing the angels away | |
The dog is barking | |
The baby' s crying | |
The rainy days are multiplying | |
She says it' s time to make decisions | |
Then turns on breakfast television | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
The opera isn' t over | |
Until the fat lady sings | |
Then she walks into town | |
And pawns her eternity ring | |
She' s leaving home | |
With a dream in her pocket | |
And a photograph in a silver locket | |
The party' s over | |
She not stopping | |
She' s sick of lying | |
Through with crying | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
She' s leaving home | |
With a dream in her pocket | |
And a photograph in a silver locket | |
The sky is open the clouds are fading | |
And that small slice of heaven' s waiting | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find |
zuò cí : Broudie, Hall | |
The voice of reason | |
Is rhyming with treason today | |
The laughing devil | |
Is chasing the angels away | |
The dog is barking | |
The baby' s crying | |
The rainy days are multiplying | |
She says it' s time to make decisions | |
Then turns on breakfast television | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
The opera isn' t over | |
Until the fat lady sings | |
Then she walks into town | |
And pawns her eternity ring | |
She' s leaving home | |
With a dream in her pocket | |
And a photograph in a silver locket | |
The party' s over | |
She not stopping | |
She' s sick of lying | |
Through with crying | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
She' s leaving home | |
With a dream in her pocket | |
And a photograph in a silver locket | |
The sky is open the clouds are fading | |
And that small slice of heaven' s waiting | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find | |
Life' s a trial | |
But who did you leave behind | |
When a small slice of Heaven' s all | |
You could ever hope to find |