歌曲 | Rare And Precious Chain |
歌手 | Jethro Tull |
专辑 | Through The Years |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
Rare and precious chain -- | |
Do i have to tell you, tell you once again? | |
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. | |
Rare and precious chain -- | |
Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. | |
Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. | |
No gold of fools. | |
No hostage taking. | |
No engagement rules. | |
To leave you forsaken. | |
Tiny beads of sweat -- | |
Thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck, | |
Forgotten rooms, dark catacombs | |
They all come back to you. | |
No crock of glittering prizes. | |
No sharply worded telegram. | |
No excuses for the word-weary. | |
No excuses for who i am. | |
It's a rare and precious chain. | |
Around your neck i place it, place it once again. | |
Drawn finger tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. | |
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. | |
Rare and precious chain. |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
Rare and precious chain | |
Do i have to tell you, tell you once again? | |
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. | |
Rare and precious chain | |
Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. | |
Shackled tight, feel love' s bite coming back to you. | |
No gold of fools. | |
No hostage taking. | |
No engagement rules. | |
To leave you forsaken. | |
Tiny beads of sweat | |
Thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck, | |
Forgotten rooms, dark catacombs | |
They all come back to you. | |
No crock of glittering prizes. | |
No sharply worded telegram. | |
No excuses for the wordweary. | |
No excuses for who i am. | |
It' s a rare and precious chain. | |
Around your neck i place it, place it once again. | |
Drawn finger tight, feel love' s bite coming back to you. | |
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. | |
Rare and precious chain. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
Rare and precious chain | |
Do i have to tell you, tell you once again? | |
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. | |
Rare and precious chain | |
Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. | |
Shackled tight, feel love' s bite coming back to you. | |
No gold of fools. | |
No hostage taking. | |
No engagement rules. | |
To leave you forsaken. | |
Tiny beads of sweat | |
Thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck, | |
Forgotten rooms, dark catacombs | |
They all come back to you. | |
No crock of glittering prizes. | |
No sharply worded telegram. | |
No excuses for the wordweary. | |
No excuses for who i am. | |
It' s a rare and precious chain. | |
Around your neck i place it, place it once again. | |
Drawn finger tight, feel love' s bite coming back to you. | |
Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. | |
Rare and precious chain. |