歌曲 | The Loneliest Place On The Map |
歌手 | Al Stewart |
专辑 | Sparks of Ancient Light |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Stewart | |
This place is so far away | |
From what passes for civilized life | |
No shops and no cars and no city lights | |
Just a river of stars | |
Over the southernmost ocean so cold | |
A small group of rocks, seagulls and ice | |
Some ramshackle huts | |
A paper in french from long ago | |
A finger that juts out into the foam | |
No boats come this way | |
A few expeditions that pass now and then | |
They'll be back someday | |
But I don't know when | |
It's the loneliest place on the map | |
Night time is utterly black | |
I came here by some grave mishap | |
And I can't find my way back | |
It's all as remote | |
As the wintry smile that you gave | |
As you buttoned your coat | |
And love was erased | |
So this is goodbye | |
I see you silently rowing away | |
The desolate sky threatening rain | |
It's the loneliest place on the map | |
Night time is utterly black | |
I came here by some grave mishap | |
And I can't find my way back |
zuo qu : Stewart | |
This place is so far away | |
From what passes for civilized life | |
No shops and no cars and no city lights | |
Just a river of stars | |
Over the southernmost ocean so cold | |
A small group of rocks, seagulls and ice | |
Some ramshackle huts | |
A paper in french from long ago | |
A finger that juts out into the foam | |
No boats come this way | |
A few expeditions that pass now and then | |
They' ll be back someday | |
But I don' t know when | |
It' s the loneliest place on the map | |
Night time is utterly black | |
I came here by some grave mishap | |
And I can' t find my way back | |
It' s all as remote | |
As the wintry smile that you gave | |
As you buttoned your coat | |
And love was erased | |
So this is goodbye | |
I see you silently rowing away | |
The desolate sky threatening rain | |
It' s the loneliest place on the map | |
Night time is utterly black | |
I came here by some grave mishap | |
And I can' t find my way back |
zuò qǔ : Stewart | |
This place is so far away | |
From what passes for civilized life | |
No shops and no cars and no city lights | |
Just a river of stars | |
Over the southernmost ocean so cold | |
A small group of rocks, seagulls and ice | |
Some ramshackle huts | |
A paper in french from long ago | |
A finger that juts out into the foam | |
No boats come this way | |
A few expeditions that pass now and then | |
They' ll be back someday | |
But I don' t know when | |
It' s the loneliest place on the map | |
Night time is utterly black | |
I came here by some grave mishap | |
And I can' t find my way back | |
It' s all as remote | |
As the wintry smile that you gave | |
As you buttoned your coat | |
And love was erased | |
So this is goodbye | |
I see you silently rowing away | |
The desolate sky threatening rain | |
It' s the loneliest place on the map | |
Night time is utterly black | |
I came here by some grave mishap | |
And I can' t find my way back |