歌曲 | Changeling |
歌手 | Alison Moyet |
专辑 | The Minutes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Radio through my car window | |
Mouths make shapes | |
Hullos that look like violence | |
We pull out | |
And here the traffic waltzes | |
Slow, quick, go | |
Move over you say: | |
Pre-chorus: | |
How does anybody get to work like this | |
Can anybody tell me does it work like this? | |
Chorus: | |
I remember when the world was a little girl | |
Every corner turned leading back to her | |
Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone | |
Certain there was nothing changing | |
Heel to toe, | |
We throw our forward roll and hope | |
Something somewhere is catching | |
Spill onto a boulevard | |
I lose my grip of you | |
Move with me I say | |
Pre-chorus: | |
How does anybody get to work like this | |
Can anybody tell me does it work like this? | |
Chorus: | |
I remember when the world was a little girl | |
Every corner turned leading back to her | |
Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone | |
Dream that I was never changing | |
Changing | |
And in every face I should chance to meet | |
I’m looking for the one that could still ṗlace me | |
Any corner turned back for her | |
Dream that we were never changing |
Radio through my car window | |
Mouths make shapes | |
Hullos that look like violence | |
We pull out | |
And here the traffic waltzes | |
Slow, quick, go | |
Move over you say: | |
Prechorus: | |
How does anybody get to work like this | |
Can anybody tell me does it work like this? | |
Chorus: | |
I remember when the world was a little girl | |
Every corner turned leading back to her | |
Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone | |
Certain there was nothing changing | |
Heel to toe, | |
We throw our forward roll and hope | |
Something somewhere is catching | |
Spill onto a boulevard | |
I lose my grip of you | |
Move with me I say | |
Prechorus: | |
How does anybody get to work like this | |
Can anybody tell me does it work like this? | |
Chorus: | |
I remember when the world was a little girl | |
Every corner turned leading back to her | |
Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone | |
Dream that I was never changing | |
Changing | |
And in every face I should chance to meet | |
I' m looking for the one that could still lace me | |
Any corner turned back for her | |
Dream that we were never changing |
Radio through my car window | |
Mouths make shapes | |
Hullos that look like violence | |
We pull out | |
And here the traffic waltzes | |
Slow, quick, go | |
Move over you say: | |
Prechorus: | |
How does anybody get to work like this | |
Can anybody tell me does it work like this? | |
Chorus: | |
I remember when the world was a little girl | |
Every corner turned leading back to her | |
Flowing like a stream on a rolling stone | |
Certain there was nothing changing | |
Heel to toe, | |
We throw our forward roll and hope | |
Something somewhere is catching | |
Spill onto a boulevard | |
I lose my grip of you | |
Move with me I say | |
Prechorus: | |
How does anybody get to work like this | |
Can anybody tell me does it work like this? | |
Chorus: | |
I remember when the world was a little girl | |
Every corner turned leading back to her | |
Flowing like a stream round a rolling stone | |
Dream that I was never changing | |
Changing | |
And in every face I should chance to meet | |
I' m looking for the one that could still lace me | |
Any corner turned back for her | |
Dream that we were never changing |