歌曲 | Raintime |
歌手 | The Wolfgang Press |
专辑 | Bird Wood Cage |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Allen, Cox, Gray | |
Disturbing the old times, the gift of science | |
Lots of back washing and sticks of paper | |
Sticks of paper lighting the way | |
If you find you don't know where your going | |
It's in the bush, it's in the trees | |
I'm gonna run round there twice | |
It's too quick, it's too late | |
It's much too quick and it's far too late | |
I'm rolling away | |
And I'm rolling away, and | |
I'm rolling away for the last time | |
And I'm hauling away, and | |
I'm hauling away | |
Too many things left unsaid | |
And I'm rolling away, and | |
I'm rolling away | |
Somebody here is talking | |
And I'm hauling away, and | |
I'm hauling away, | |
Somebody here is sober | |
Somebody here is older | |
Macbeth times 2 | |
A lazy suit and bloody hands | |
Come taste your faith in every street | |
The sound of money just kissed me in the face | |
My trousers aren't the right size | |
I go straight to pocket | |
Take one step up and back to business | |
My mind is closed so my body speaks | |
My mind is clothed, my body squeaks | |
And I'm rolling away, and | |
I'm rolling away | |
And I'm facing my only true smile | |
And I'm hauling away, and | |
I'm hauling away | |
Somebody there is calling | |
So I'm rolling away, | |
I'm rolling away | |
A sound of time is talking | |
And I'm hauling away, and | |
I'm hauling away | |
This party here is too loud | |
Nobody knows what clothes they're wearing | |
Nobody knows which road is the white one | |
So here we go holding up the motion | |
You raise your hopes, you raise your chin | |
You raise your glass with nothing in it | |
It's a momentary lapse, a common habit | |
Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, | |
And with their party faces, and party people | |
With their powdered faces | |
Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, | |
Just rolling... | |
Raintime, raintime, raintime... |
zuo ci : Allen, Cox, Gray | |
Disturbing the old times, the gift of science | |
Lots of back washing and sticks of paper | |
Sticks of paper lighting the way | |
If you find you don' t know where your going | |
It' s in the bush, it' s in the trees | |
I' m gonna run round there twice | |
It' s too quick, it' s too late | |
It' s much too quick and it' s far too late | |
I' m rolling away | |
And I' m rolling away, and | |
I' m rolling away for the last time | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away | |
Too many things left unsaid | |
And I' m rolling away, and | |
I' m rolling away | |
Somebody here is talking | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away, | |
Somebody here is sober | |
Somebody here is older | |
Macbeth times 2 | |
A lazy suit and bloody hands | |
Come taste your faith in every street | |
The sound of money just kissed me in the face | |
My trousers aren' t the right size | |
I go straight to pocket | |
Take one step up and back to business | |
My mind is closed so my body speaks | |
My mind is clothed, my body squeaks | |
And I' m rolling away, and | |
I' m rolling away | |
And I' m facing my only true smile | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away | |
Somebody there is calling | |
So I' m rolling away, | |
I' m rolling away | |
A sound of time is talking | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away | |
This party here is too loud | |
Nobody knows what clothes they' re wearing | |
Nobody knows which road is the white one | |
So here we go holding up the motion | |
You raise your hopes, you raise your chin | |
You raise your glass with nothing in it | |
It' s a momentary lapse, a common habit | |
Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, | |
And with their party faces, and party people | |
With their powdered faces | |
Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, | |
Just rolling... | |
Raintime, raintime, raintime... |
zuò cí : Allen, Cox, Gray | |
Disturbing the old times, the gift of science | |
Lots of back washing and sticks of paper | |
Sticks of paper lighting the way | |
If you find you don' t know where your going | |
It' s in the bush, it' s in the trees | |
I' m gonna run round there twice | |
It' s too quick, it' s too late | |
It' s much too quick and it' s far too late | |
I' m rolling away | |
And I' m rolling away, and | |
I' m rolling away for the last time | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away | |
Too many things left unsaid | |
And I' m rolling away, and | |
I' m rolling away | |
Somebody here is talking | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away, | |
Somebody here is sober | |
Somebody here is older | |
Macbeth times 2 | |
A lazy suit and bloody hands | |
Come taste your faith in every street | |
The sound of money just kissed me in the face | |
My trousers aren' t the right size | |
I go straight to pocket | |
Take one step up and back to business | |
My mind is closed so my body speaks | |
My mind is clothed, my body squeaks | |
And I' m rolling away, and | |
I' m rolling away | |
And I' m facing my only true smile | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away | |
Somebody there is calling | |
So I' m rolling away, | |
I' m rolling away | |
A sound of time is talking | |
And I' m hauling away, and | |
I' m hauling away | |
This party here is too loud | |
Nobody knows what clothes they' re wearing | |
Nobody knows which road is the white one | |
So here we go holding up the motion | |
You raise your hopes, you raise your chin | |
You raise your glass with nothing in it | |
It' s a momentary lapse, a common habit | |
Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces, | |
And with their party faces, and party people | |
With their powdered faces | |
Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away, | |
Just rolling... | |
Raintime, raintime, raintime... |