歌曲 | The Lonely End Of The Rink |
歌手 | The Tragically Hip |
专辑 | World Container |
作词 : Tragically Hip | |
I looked up and you were there | |
Just sitting there all alone | |
Holding your fist in the air | |
Like, if you need me you're on your own | |
You drove me home through a snowy tomb | |
I fell asleep in my seat | |
I had the dream of having no room | |
You were there just staring at me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | |
Oh to join the rush | |
As the season builds | |
I hear your voice ‘cross a frozen lake a voice from the end of a leaf saying, ‘you won’t die of a thousand fakes or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes’ | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink | |
Oh to join the rush as the season builds | |
Jump into the rush | |
As the seasons build | |
You drove me home through a snowy gloom | |
And I fell asleep in my seat | |
Then I had the dream of having no room | |
You were there just staring at me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me |
zuò cí : Tragically Hip | |
I looked up and you were there | |
Just sitting there all alone | |
Holding your fist in the air | |
Like, if you need me you' re on your own | |
You drove me home through a snowy tomb | |
I fell asleep in my seat | |
I had the dream of having no room | |
You were there just staring at me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | |
Oh to join the rush | |
As the season builds | |
I hear your voice ' cross a frozen lake a voice from the end of a leaf saying, ' you won' t die of a thousand fakes or be beaten by the sweetest of dekes' | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, the lonely end of the rink | |
Oh to join the rush as the season builds | |
Jump into the rush | |
As the seasons build | |
You drove me home through a snowy gloom | |
And I fell asleep in my seat | |
Then I had the dream of having no room | |
You were there just staring at me | |
At the lonely end of the rink, you and me |