歌曲 | Whispers And Moans |
歌手 | Crowded House |
专辑 | Crowded House/Temple of Low/Woodface |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Neil Finn | |
Dull, dull grey | |
The colour of our times | |
Cool, cool space | |
That I still hope to find | |
Far beyond the veil | |
The sound of whispers and moans | |
Slow, time bomb | |
The clamour of the street | |
I hear this town | |
It never goes to sleep | |
And I will catch the taxi driver | |
Weeping like a wounded beast | |
Then I wake up in your room | |
To share one piece of your life | |
When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all | |
Without your whispers and moans | |
'Cos here you come to carry me home | |
Here you come to carry me home | |
Love that sound | |
Time erase | |
Tension wheels | |
Cool heels | |
Won't ya come on open the bid 'fore too long | |
Then I wake up in your room | |
To share one piece of your life | |
I'd give anything to be a fly upon the wall | |
And hear your whispers and moans | |
I'd like to hear your whispers and moans | |
Here you come to carry me | |
We are the mirrors | |
Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion | |
Cleansed in a moment of recognition | |
You gave your life for it | |
Worth it's weight in gold | |
And growing empires and art collectors | |
And Alans sound investments | |
Will one day be forgotten | |
One day be forgotten, yeah |
zuo ci : Neil Finn | |
Dull, dull grey | |
The colour of our times | |
Cool, cool space | |
That I still hope to find | |
Far beyond the veil | |
The sound of whispers and moans | |
Slow, time bomb | |
The clamour of the street | |
I hear this town | |
It never goes to sleep | |
And I will catch the taxi driver | |
Weeping like a wounded beast | |
Then I wake up in your room | |
To share one piece of your life | |
When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all | |
Without your whispers and moans | |
' Cos here you come to carry me home | |
Here you come to carry me home | |
Love that sound | |
Time erase | |
Tension wheels | |
Cool heels | |
Won' t ya come on open the bid ' fore too long | |
Then I wake up in your room | |
To share one piece of your life | |
I' d give anything to be a fly upon the wall | |
And hear your whispers and moans | |
I' d like to hear your whispers and moans | |
Here you come to carry me | |
We are the mirrors | |
Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion | |
Cleansed in a moment of recognition | |
You gave your life for it | |
Worth it' s weight in gold | |
And growing empires and art collectors | |
And Alans sound investments | |
Will one day be forgotten | |
One day be forgotten, yeah |
zuò cí : Neil Finn | |
Dull, dull grey | |
The colour of our times | |
Cool, cool space | |
That I still hope to find | |
Far beyond the veil | |
The sound of whispers and moans | |
Slow, time bomb | |
The clamour of the street | |
I hear this town | |
It never goes to sleep | |
And I will catch the taxi driver | |
Weeping like a wounded beast | |
Then I wake up in your room | |
To share one piece of your life | |
When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all | |
Without your whispers and moans | |
' Cos here you come to carry me home | |
Here you come to carry me home | |
Love that sound | |
Time erase | |
Tension wheels | |
Cool heels | |
Won' t ya come on open the bid ' fore too long | |
Then I wake up in your room | |
To share one piece of your life | |
I' d give anything to be a fly upon the wall | |
And hear your whispers and moans | |
I' d like to hear your whispers and moans | |
Here you come to carry me | |
We are the mirrors | |
Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion | |
Cleansed in a moment of recognition | |
You gave your life for it | |
Worth it' s weight in gold | |
And growing empires and art collectors | |
And Alans sound investments | |
Will one day be forgotten | |
One day be forgotten, yeah |