歌曲 | The Pillow |
歌手 | UB40 |
专辑 | Geffery Morgan |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... | |
Lyrics:Ub40 Music:Ub40 | |
A smile for every passing car | |
And when they stop with door ajar | |
She shrugs and whispers que sera | |
And turns her thoughts to the pillow | |
Her face is etched with memories | |
She finds now joy amid the sleaze | |
It's hard when you've been paid to please | |
So she turns her thoughts to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Daylight comes she rests her head | |
The beauty of an empty bed | |
She dreams of happy days instead | |
Of brooding on tomorrow | |
She swapped her dreams of shining knights | |
For pushers, bars and money fights | |
For nameless faces in red light | |
So she turns her head to the pillow | |
Those black eyes don't hurt any more | |
She's heard the jokes and jibes before | |
She's felt the long arm of the law | |
So she turns her head to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Daylight comes ..... Etc | |
Taking drugs was not for fun | |
It made her feel like going on | |
But now she hurts when its all gone | |
And she turns her head to the pillow | |
She take a blade and breaks her skin | |
Sweet life force flows from within | |
The white clouds in her head grow dim | |
And she turns her head to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Sunlight creeps across her head | |
Pale beauty in a crimson bed | |
No dreams of happy days ahead | |
She'll have no more tomorrows |
zuo ci : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... | |
Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
A smile for every passing car | |
And when they stop with door ajar | |
She shrugs and whispers que sera | |
And turns her thoughts to the pillow | |
Her face is etched with memories | |
She finds now joy amid the sleaze | |
It' s hard when you' ve been paid to please | |
So she turns her thoughts to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Daylight comes she rests her head | |
The beauty of an empty bed | |
She dreams of happy days instead | |
Of brooding on tomorrow | |
She swapped her dreams of shining knights | |
For pushers, bars and money fights | |
For nameless faces in red light | |
So she turns her head to the pillow | |
Those black eyes don' t hurt any more | |
She' s heard the jokes and jibes before | |
She' s felt the long arm of the law | |
So she turns her head to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Daylight comes ..... Etc | |
Taking drugs was not for fun | |
It made her feel like going on | |
But now she hurts when its all gone | |
And she turns her head to the pillow | |
She take a blade and breaks her skin | |
Sweet life force flows from within | |
The white clouds in her head grow dim | |
And she turns her head to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Sunlight creeps across her head | |
Pale beauty in a crimson bed | |
No dreams of happy days ahead | |
She' ll have no more tomorrows |
zuò cí : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... | |
Lyrics: Ub40 Music: Ub40 | |
A smile for every passing car | |
And when they stop with door ajar | |
She shrugs and whispers que sera | |
And turns her thoughts to the pillow | |
Her face is etched with memories | |
She finds now joy amid the sleaze | |
It' s hard when you' ve been paid to please | |
So she turns her thoughts to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Daylight comes she rests her head | |
The beauty of an empty bed | |
She dreams of happy days instead | |
Of brooding on tomorrow | |
She swapped her dreams of shining knights | |
For pushers, bars and money fights | |
For nameless faces in red light | |
So she turns her head to the pillow | |
Those black eyes don' t hurt any more | |
She' s heard the jokes and jibes before | |
She' s felt the long arm of the law | |
So she turns her head to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Daylight comes ..... Etc | |
Taking drugs was not for fun | |
It made her feel like going on | |
But now she hurts when its all gone | |
And she turns her head to the pillow | |
She take a blade and breaks her skin | |
Sweet life force flows from within | |
The white clouds in her head grow dim | |
And she turns her head to the pillow | |
Chorus | |
Sunlight creeps across her head | |
Pale beauty in a crimson bed | |
No dreams of happy days ahead | |
She' ll have no more tomorrows |