歌曲 | The Days Of Our Lives |
歌手 | The Blue Nile |
专辑 | High |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buchanan | |
she lives in a house in london | |
she lives in a house in town | |
and waiting to greet the children | |
she sits around in her dressing gown | |
are these the days of our lifes? | |
He drives through the morning traffic | |
sideways and up and down | |
says the girls are so tragic | |
in every provincial town | |
are these the days of our lives? | |
are these the bells that chime and ring | |
the wedding day, the children sing | |
"please do not throw confetti" | |
living in every city | |
among somebody else's clothes | |
a christmas tree without angels | |
and wiping my bloody nose | |
are these the days of our lives? | |
an ordinary miracle is all we really need | |
an ordinary miracle you and me |
zuo ci : Buchanan | |
she lives in a house in london | |
she lives in a house in town | |
and waiting to greet the children | |
she sits around in her dressing gown | |
are these the days of our lifes? | |
He drives through the morning traffic | |
sideways and up and down | |
says the girls are so tragic | |
in every provincial town | |
are these the days of our lives? | |
are these the bells that chime and ring | |
the wedding day, the children sing | |
" please do not throw confetti" | |
living in every city | |
among somebody else' s clothes | |
a christmas tree without angels | |
and wiping my bloody nose | |
are these the days of our lives? | |
an ordinary miracle is all we really need | |
an ordinary miracle you and me |
zuò cí : Buchanan | |
she lives in a house in london | |
she lives in a house in town | |
and waiting to greet the children | |
she sits around in her dressing gown | |
are these the days of our lifes? | |
He drives through the morning traffic | |
sideways and up and down | |
says the girls are so tragic | |
in every provincial town | |
are these the days of our lives? | |
are these the bells that chime and ring | |
the wedding day, the children sing | |
" please do not throw confetti" | |
living in every city | |
among somebody else' s clothes | |
a christmas tree without angels | |
and wiping my bloody nose | |
are these the days of our lives? | |
an ordinary miracle is all we really need | |
an ordinary miracle you and me |